in the beginning there was darwin and marx. formulating theories to throw out God. artificial reality free of absolutes. the only sin left is telling the truth.
Minds captured and controlled by the sin disease. Getting together to build the mad phone machine. Pre-recorded lies speaking in the voice of a god. Victims think they're thinking for themselves helplessly nod.
He aqu. Mi lamento. He aqu. Lo que yo siento. Me siento que mi cabeza se me va a explotar. Por las cosas que yo veo y que no puedo explicar. He aqu. Mi lamento.
Judas at the end of the rope. No salvation and no hope. Judas at the end of the rope. No hope. Did he wonder if it had to be. As he succumbed to his destiny.
Stone the liars with our words. Faith is dead without good works. You must repent, you must change. You can't get to Heaven the easy way. A few will pass, maybe one or two.
It was inevitable in your heart. And in your mind and in all your being. So here we are sitting and staring. Arguing and glaring and you're not seeing.
In answer to your question i hope you have been asking. I'll take off my fangs and stop all the scaring. I could quote John 3:16 pray for the best. That you'd grasp what it all means that we are in a test.
Every song I've written. Every attempt to dissect. Of what's all around me. My heart still can't make sense. As I'm hit with the reality. Dead child behind K-Mart.
I think I know why. It looks like I'm where I thought I'd be. The day that I die. Hard to believe could it be so. So much more left to go. I've been told where I'm going.
You say right and you say wrong. You've got nothing to stand upon. Germ that kills you is more right. Along with you your morality dies. Under your rulers that measure so well.
So easy to forget, honestly. So easy to forget this was for me. I was on His mind when I didn't have to be. This was Someone with time for better things.
So easy to forget, honestly. So easy to forget this was for me. I was on His mind when I didn't have to be. This was Someone with time for better things.
Everybody wants to make. Friends in the skies. Trying to ascend to. Planes of existence on high. Falling into trances. And trying to float away. Given up on earth and people.
Two thousand years of oppression. Is the view that's held today. He's the cause of all wars. He's the author of all pain. No one will hear him out. He's the last minority.
I'm so sorry I hurt you. And I must do it again. And it hurts me too. But I must do it. Half the time just want to crawl. And apologize. The other half feeling worse.
There's going to be no more boredom I'm going to cut my hair. After the men, women and children falling through the air. The monsters have landed on Maple Street.
Endless parade of gross perversions. Like pins pushed into my brain. However short-lived it may be. I remember the sweetness of the pain. Is the greater sin the act I committed.
I don't believe in you anymore or the things you sell. Don't accept as fact everything. Your loudspeakers tell. Canine snarls lurk behind your every fluoride smile.
Two thousand years of oppression. Is the view that's held today. He's the cause of all wars. He's the author of all pain. No one will hear him out. He's the last minority.