Willie Green - Human Resources lyrics

Grave is the fertile womb Born again through empty tomb One prophet twelve goons Worship suns crescent moons The Creator at his loom Air shimmers in sand dunes Sunstruck Dead dinosaurs dissolve, ga**ed up The muezzin calls 1000 Israeli gunbu*ts arrayed on Solomon's walls The curved blade cuts The lamb thrashes Steel sharpens steel, a thrown stone bashes Bloody hands thrust skyward The mob heaves For debts older than fire n***as Bleed just like us Tremble in the shadow of volcanoes that might bust Everyday Struggle ten absolutes Got A Story To Tell The most perfect truth; d**h is eternal life Hell is to exist with his light eternal night Cold to the bone Copper on eyelids I'm coming home Cruel deities, fashioned from circuits and wire Nimrod's shimmering tower reaching higher and higher We bent lightning and strode through the fire Cracked the Earth, conquered the skies Captured space and time We headed thataway, as the crow flies As the pilotless drone glides Only problem with being your own god is you still gotta die Cast spells as you might Late nights in labs practicing animal sacrifice All under the watchful gaze of intelligent satellites Pull fact from fiction like light separated by a prism Surrounded by telescreens, advanced surveillance systems Kaczynski's in prison Danse Macabre, entranced by Mars. Heaven, Earth, then light! Watch nuclear fission through black goggle Lead bunker The King approves Magicians peddle baubles The High Priests deal in absolutes Exotic theorems, equations and infinite loops