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Hell-oH shit no it's the devil, let me go, let me know the sacrificial lamb was a peasant pendin' noh body's ever endin' soul rottin' rendered by a skull, slaughtered, severed by his own father.
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Wyatt De Ville
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April 10, 2005
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Lyrics
Now all my soldiers can you raise up
Stand your ground and fist your hatred
God damn it how you can be made up
God's hand can drown you in your fake blood
Can't hear the sound 'cause you've been taken
From the loudest screams of a savior
The doubted dreams of a maker
Creator, can you spare me of my slave worth
My name's hurt and my pride was paved at birth
In the mercy of a womb, my eyes could say that your
Givings nursed me to my tomb, my life would lay in dirt
My sighs would pray the curse of a time can take it's turn
I walk through killing fields, red cotton battle cries
My talk is my shield from dead and rotted lasso ties
Around my neck their sattles ride
High steeds march without a line
Within a thought in and out of mind
Body and soul, we'll strap a cross
Then we'll sound the cries
Die an innocent soul
Cries diminished with hope
This life is gettin' too old
Time to get rid of it all
With the voice of a waiting wind
Death will shroud the life
In the choice of a gaping mend
We stencil out of life
Out of sight can't see the victims anymore
Only in nightmares awakened by dreams of living for
Life, give in to the price of giving up your rights
And trail into the light where tears are in your heart
But they're not in your eyes. Stare not at demise
The glare will haunt your mind as your eyes cave in
Brain dead, bathed flesh, let the maggots cleanse your soul
Lay in the back of your head, and blacken with the hole
Cracking with the mold, the only one to laugh at all
It saddens you to hope, knowing suffering matters most
You'd rather choke on your last breath
Your back is prone, now the blade can rest
Stitch the wounds up but sever his thoughts
The eye witness was too clever to talk
When the talk is too deep
Then the actions are too steep
You put yourself over the edge
End up walkin' with no feet
Stalkin' with no creep
The shadows walkin' in their sleep
Prayin' to a God 'cause you thought
You was too meak, but he lost you
oN your knees. Now he's sought you
Through a dream catcher. Caught you
To redeem flesh for water you will bleed
lesser. See hell for the cross will scream
Tellin' you not to leave, you fell from
The bottom to your knees, you keep fallin'
From your dreams into nightmares crawlin'
Through your sheets. Haunted through the seems
oF a doll who stalks black sheep in countless
Chalk you found the streets didn't count to sleep.
Now look who's that who bleeds? Is it you
In the shoes who taps to the beat?
I collapse through the weave.
You laugh but you're me.
With a soul divided once
Your cries will come to gather my defeat,
Complete.
In this life.. Mercy shall never rest upon the dead peacefully.
Hatred will walk in the shoes of the hereafter you.
Time is only a victim befit of murder so cold.
Dirt cannot cry no more than ashes can bleed.
So if you can.. Pray to burn.
