I dance beyond the monuments and structures. I never wanted a horizon that would see a dawn.
You'll be glad to know that I died blind and quiet. Your genius eclipsed me, and your love song smothered on.
If God were here i'd imagine he'd be less than impressed, politely demanding an explanation for this fucking mess.
You've been wearing his shirt and acting suspicious ever since you started hanging kids from thirty three story buildings.
Your majesty you've gotta come down right now. There must be a charge for the sowing of rotten seeds.
That little book ignited fear and hope...the latter you choked, you could of given it all, god knows we've got enough.
But this history of servitude and you're just fine with piling flesh. I'd be wrapping up crosses in our flags and burning them both with pride on sacred land.
I promise you that one day this will seep through your love songs and wreak havoc on the radio.
Until then turn up the volume, march on soldier, march on...