Hatred in my music
Blaring in my ears...
I drop all my tears,
trying to make it clear...
Mindless chatter, spread by gossip mongers,
hucksters, peddling their wares...
We are the believers- believe in the power of God
Promised land of heaven, blaze of vicious hell...
Four Angels
Birmingham, Alabama...
Counting countless sheep to sleep my mind is...
Eyes wide open, but still darkness is all I'm...
The hearts of all have been set on fire.
For money, love, and power are what they desire...
All are the same; just they are same
They look identical, look like machines...
This world is in such decay,
rotting away with sin...
Tick, tick, tick, goes the tapping of fingertips;
As the 3PM bomb approaches sweet climax...
Nothing can calm my spirit
Like tunes and lyrics...
I am not what many would think...
I am not what they all see me as...