It's the mournful cry of a divorced and dying father |
Smoke is in our eyes As the tears fall In rememberence of what we once had and wondering where has it been? Perhaps one of these days Lust will overcome all and tell us we were wrong Tonight at the crossroads We stand apart the look of defiance in each others eyes In the morning you and I awake with strangers between our legs And the bittersweet taste of love betrayed As we wonder if all we've known has died? ENSLAVED! Pagan beliefs But I always felt Christ was never real! And so I walk the halls of Purgatory with in the palm of my bloody hands the broken, yet beating hearts of my children I'm alone nothing I do or say is worth a damn And the sun is black it's all I know Happiness is a ghost, one I've never known And so life goes on for others as I walk these halls A great call went out and we went to answer as the sun bleeds and days weep for the dreams of the Gods and the seas part and skies open a great rain and flood And so it begins Again and again! Behind our own walls in the clouds Jesus laughs at each and every one of us who twist and turn, force God to become nothing short of a tool to bring life to the monster being Humanity |