media  is obsurd...don't you think
they only say whatever they think
what makes headlines...as long as it's good
you'll hear about in the evening news

the real news is grim and bleek
there's people starving in the street
look around and you will see
choas and mayhem
in your city

do you really care who's president of god knows where
or would you rather see who's dying here
it happens everyday...we don't seem to care

next time you see the news at night
remember we to...
have our own plight

read the paper...what do you see
third world countries in dispair
*** about here
do you think that....they...even care

i think not....its easy to see
if you take a life...
you make the news
if you help some one
you just amuse

back in nam...we were hero's
than the footage came back...and we were zero's

so next time you watch that reporter rant
think of you own hometown
and the devestation they can't....

when it's raining....god is crying
when it's snowing...he's contemplating
when the sun....comes out and it shines
god is smiling....all the time

Door mat laid out...in front of my heart
accept this key and treasure thee
take good care..and wipe your feet
enter inside the biggest warmest place you have ever been
you'll want
to leave never again

wait......
whats that i hear
the voice of god....
in total..dipair
the only one that really cares

he's angry with me
and evryone
for destroying the land and the sea
all that he has created for us...
we turned it upsidedown
and have made it a mess

we slaughter his creatures and polute his waters
we make clouds of smog
and damage his alters
and all the beauty he has given us..

is it yet to late...can we turn back the clock
can we slow him ..to hand out our fate
for destroying a land
that he made so great

he is angry


...the ones who damaged are you and i
we need to repair...fix ascertain
make things right and lay no blame

we can do proper
make again...a place to prospur
we crossed the line
we instilled the hate....
things we don't like...we do anyway

yes hes angry
but so forgiving
if we do right
we can continue on living

when you look up to the sky at night
millions of brilliant spots of light
encicrcle the world
what a sight

three wise men were guided by one
people name them
they think its fun

clouds may keep them..out of sight
Gallileo studied them
to his delight

they been around us...so very long
before Jesus walked this very land

we take a minute....when we can
to stop ..look up and have a stare

we make love to each other
under there light
write poems about them...all the time

some people say...that they can read them
as for me
i don't believe em

our sign of birth...is made up of them
telescopes..will bring them close
the nearest one...is our sun

they are a gift from up above
he who made us
had so much love

eventually they will burn out
but there light still comes to us
as if never wanting to leave

they been here way before the earth was born
they shall remain
long after where gone

children go to school
bullets are flyin
kids don't come home
mothers are cryin

go to the movies
you don't come back
it's just not natural
this is fact

many great people
young and old
been gunned down
for what they've told

john...robert...martin luther king
got killed too
for what they believed

we fill our prisons
with the lives
of lots of people
with twisted minds

short circuit synapses
if you will
john wayne gacy
had his fill

its a cycle of circular motion
we **** every day
with such devotion

we **** for love...we **** for money
we **** for speaking
it's not funny

dahmer got
what he gave out
we killed ted bundy
in old spar...ky

can't break the cycle
when will it stop

god didn't make us
to so brutally drop

we breed killers
it's not our fault
there born with wiring
that's always short

death by the hand of the mental man
is a part of life
we don't understand

ramirez...john list and manson too
will rot in hell
this much is true

to lock them up
and chuck the key
is just not enough
to satisfy
me

Tree branch scraping on the shed
scared to death
with feelings of dread
so **** dark
can't see a thing
somethings moving
and it ain't me
i wish to god
that i could see
although it's noon
blind as could be
you probably wonder
how this could be
lost my sight..in 63
hearing is sharper
than you can believe
you never get used to what
you can't see
and now you never like what you can hear
you stumble and fall
and you don't care
if you thought things bumped
in the night
before
try another 40 years
to even the score
it's scary...i'm weary
being in the dark
it's so sad
always missing the mark
you never felt loneliness ..like this before
so **** tough
when you can't find the door
hope one day to see a shimmer of light
dreaming of the return
of my sight
until then...i'm in the dark
bumping walls
not feeling smart
branch still scraping
on the shed
my sight has died
and gone to bed