I don't know...
Maybe it's cause, it's just one-of-those days.
But I wanna just give it away...
Maybe its because,
Im a little-bit crazy...
Lil-bit lazy.
Or maybe...
Its the story itself...
LONGING TO BE FREE... from ME!
HOW CAN IT BE?
how?
                How can it be?
That You would use me?
(Back to the scene)
There's a mighty regime
"Illuminator" of darkened dreams
The Mark is seen
Then izzy starts to believe.
He embarks on the waters streams
"LIVING the dream"
He siphons others,
When well received.
All he achieves,
In just a few short weeks!
Making artists of thieves.
Conqueror of the disease,
of the fruit of deciet.
Not like art but of seeds,
Planting memory trees
In our children who need
Us
See Jesus.

"Conceal me what I am,"
Because I rarely speak of it anyway.
"Become a form of my intent"
'Cause tho I may say
THAT the BLOOD has WASHED aWAY
I STRAY, and EVer beTRAY.
But today is a whole new day.
And when He speaks demons cease.
Love
My dove,
Don't shove me away,
or my heart might...
To hold thy soul is Grace.
Retold thru holes of lace.
Albaster master...
Dolled up for me, (break) my will,
Takes my breathe, makes me ill.
"Till death..."
Unless,
I am killed.

The Looking back and seeing,
It's almost like I'm dreaming
From my Life, ive been weening
wanna win it "well done"
Trevailed a vision
One and only Son
"Light that your arising"
And every body was...
  That's right....
                              Kung fu fighting.
The lines in my mind remind me that I'm...
     A freedom fighter who will aspire higher;
oh, and youra liar.

Can't spell
But he means well
Has a mean tale
to tell
Tall tale
We drinkale
And prevail
Over our enemies
Demons hear us scream
We wont back
Down now
Somehow
Someway
Were  gonna let God save
The day
His way
Or THE HIGHWAY

GET THEE BEHIND ME
(Jehnehnehnehneh jehnehnehneh neh-neh nehnehnehnehneh JEHnehneh)
(Crazy guitar solo-to pause-to bassdrop)

WE ARE THE VOICES OF MARTYRS
WE ARE WASHED IN THE BLOOD OF LAMB
WE ARE THE CHILDREN OF THE SON
we've allready won
( guitars) DRUMS

.
A poet's heart isn't like any other...
It's the tears that trickle with radiance through words.
     It's a treasure trove that hides but longs to
     be found.
          It's a book shelved high that wants to
          be read.
               It's the freest of all birds caged but
               unbound...

A poet's heart isn't like any other...
It doesn't beat to the capable strokes of the artist.
     It doesn't pump in the most vibrant of
     colours.
          It doesn't wield a paintbrush to
          translate its thoughts.
               But it can see through the eyes of
               painters...

A poet's heart isn't like any other...
It doesn't conform to the conventional parameters of lyrics.
     It doesn't bind itself to the requirements
     of musical harmony.
          It doesn't follow the conventions of
          genres.
               But it sings its voice loud without
               restrictions of melody...

A poet's heart isn't like any other...
It's an open secret, that whispers in metaphoric codes.
     It's an exploding universe, that merges
     back into galaxies.
          It's a sought after painting, that boasts
          of unfathomable beauty.
               It's an everlasting song, that echoes
               within the poet that embodies...

Puffed his prayer filterless and snorted higher forces
bloodstream is filled with chemical collision courses,
tied to his past which was tied to a gun
el Cucuy smiled with ******* traced in his gums.

He talked to God while a devil manifested within'
tried to **** it with the poison he'd inject in his skin
his best friend a pipe, his wife’s a syringe
head back, eyes close, let the chemicals in

I once had a friend named Ashley,
Guys went into her life, she turned nasty
She dropped,
She cut,
She loved,
She fought,
and ended up with a baby girl named Nancy,

Nestor was always smarter, but he never looked up colleges
He had a ****** up life, and understanding of what knowledge is  
Now he lives inside a cell,
which must be hell
Amigo, should of listen to that bell.

Angel was the champion when you gave him a soccer ball,
instead he got drugs in school, and never went to class at all.

Chantelle got ***** a lot, but no one ever seemed to care
She met the church, and made it seemed that God was there,
She was thankful that she found a reason to keep living
A year later killed herself,
I guess she was trying to meet him.

I fight against momentum, but the pendulum wins
Accept your faith, and destiny, your acceptable sins
Don’t ever believe that you're better than him,
The Devil has manifested from within

Those that don't believe the lies and realize that demons lie
Inside these so called angels are the one that angels demonize
But those that don't desalt the word and realize who jesus is and judas is
Are usually the people nailing someone to a crucifix
The root of ruthlessness with evils use of foolishness
Someone tell the doctor there’s a virus in the nucleus

The window to the broken soul resembles that of shattered glass
Some live by the ****** axe, some live by the lonely ranch,
They spent a lot of lives in opposition but their caskets match.