Wednesday, January 12, 2011
CONSPIRACY
THAT'S HOW THINGS BEGAN
IN THE MIDDLE TOWN OF MIDGETS
AND HOW PROPHETS RULE THE GROUND
THEY WERE PRAYING ,IN A DISTURBING WAY
AND IN A TRANCE THEY WALK ASTRAY
AND AMONGST THE CROWD
WAS A BALD PRIEST
WITH A SHADOW LIKE GRIN
AND A PATCH FILLED FACE
AND AS I WALKED
MY MIND WAS DRUGGED
I ASKED FOR HELP
BUT HOW CAN THEY SEE
WITH EYES AS WHITE AS WINTER NIGHT
NO ONE DARED TO TAKE MY PLEA
FALSE ARE THE WORDS THAT HE PREACHED
I COVERED MY EARS ,AND DON'T
BELIEVE
HOW CAN A MAN DIE
AND COME BACK TO LIFE
AND GOD CAN YOU NAIL YOURSELF
LIKE YOUR SON DID
AND MAKE WINE OUT OF PASTRIES
SHOW US SOME OF YOUR CHEAP TRICKS
FOR THE LIES BLINDED MY PEOPLE
AND FOR THEM I AM A TRAITOR
I AM THE FILTH,I AM THE SYMBOL OF DISGRACE
BUT YOU HAVE RAPED THEM IN THE FIRST PLACE
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