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Skins

2018

a different path, in the distance he awaited me
Had no weapon, I'm guessing his hands were just enough for me
Was no question, I'm guessing he laughed just

serene, her hands betray a silent scream
And doubts about her sanity

Worlds of distorted noise, distraction drinking drowning boys
Shaking shame and regret

defiled

Exalted abomination
Blameless are those in the cloth
Enveloped by filthy providence
Hiding behind the hand of god
Beliefs based in blood soaked

With every vessel of life burst
You are the vassal to dying memories
Suffocation under nightfall
This is your demise
Blood fed deluge
Cerebral

cross and sprouted up like a tree
Oh great is his faithfulness especially to me
Morning by morning new mercies I see
All that I need Lord your hand does

majesty
They incorrectly and fervently
Use the mind given to them by God
To construct a construct
That God should then fit, in, to
Do you see the irony?
Do

You've come a long way, my son
By the grace of God, your journey has only begun
The trials you'll face will be beaten more than once
(By you)
So

of a memory

The night beneath the moon, by embers of dying flames
Would forever change the course of their lives
Waking to the dawn as something more
In

Evil

Carter the Unstoppable Sex Machine

Post Historic Monsters

1994

the little imps who went to the Devil's school ran around with the
Mirror until there was nowhere and no one that had not been distorted in it. 
The Devil

hand while Im sinning
In the mirror see god up in it
Why I gotta be condescending
All these thoughts so contradicting
All these sins I hope god dont

the woo, mountain for God, ain't no question
I brought the loaves and the fishes, He multiplied it all
And two thousand ate, yeah, that's miracles in

God is banging in the sky
I rebuked him once before why's he hanging by my side
Aint nobody playing with this guy nobody hanging with this guy
We

even speak 
How one fucking house break up whole  family 
One by one we choppin limbs off the fucking family tree 
But back to story man the water so

Poppies with the sun on their fields
To laced boots in the mud 
With the gun in their hand
They try to hide it but I understand!
It's Promoted by

sense of self, it's all distorted
I keep a pen on hand to make sure that it's all recorded
Sing
They want me to sing
They want me to close my eyes

Freeing the damned by being free as I am
And speaking belief into people sittin' with reason to stand
Who just might be needing a hand
I got you
9th

by you weaklings, such nerve
Such gall valoran at my hand? Now
That's thinking too small
Imagine if you will a small nexus of worlds
As they curl

to unwrap the gifts that God has given me
Full time employee for a company called misery
No benefits or sick time, vacations never mind
Imprisoned by my

a great view
While my mirror has views that I don't even agree with
Hold my soul in your hands
And use your soul as the scalpel to my sensitive heart

Close your eyes
Hold my hand
We'll become the distorted one
This is us
It's our roots to go around

Open my heart
Hold you high
I sing a lullaby

demons away
_________________________________
Time flows down through my bare hands
gone with the wind, im drowning in sand
I have wished for the better

So hard on myself but I still get by
March these streets with no compass just I
Curious guy always asking the reasons why
Still feeling alone that's

Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck

darkest sight
Surroundings and blood, sucking up, oh
If there was a god I'd cut his throat
Bathe in his powers, then end the world
Such loving memories