A fabrication woven from a burning Bush
Sent thousands to expire
I dreamt of heaven once
It was a calm cool and
I rise above the human follies in my life
You'll see
I fire my malice into the crowd
Dispersing empty shells onto
Bruising minds burning thoughts over matter
Your knees hit soil you
Many a man bear the scars of laboring to pay
Witch hunt is over
Six lives are over
Look to the
No religion persuades me but the religion inside of me
You are removed from the future database
No genetic code shall
Oh God I feel I have lost my flock
We are