GET OFF THE Soap BOX Preacher IT Time YOU Took Your Turn
IT'S Pure Hypocrasy IT'S Heresy IN Your Name IT'S A Faux Show Fantasy YOU Wear THE Devil Shame
NO More Lies NO More Lies NO More Lies
ALL ARE Fallen Angels **** THE Preacher Burn THE Witches
ALL False Idols CAN Burn ALL False Idols CAN Burn ALL False Idols CAN Burn Your Church Will Burn
SO ALL This SO ALL This SO ALL This
SO ALL This Rests ON A LIE Your Right TO Justify Torture IN THE Name OF GOD
THE Devils Ignorant Angels ARE Innocent
DON'T YOU Know THE Devils AN Angel Spurned This Devils AN Angel Burned
GET IN THE BOX ***** GET IN THE Ditch AND Burn
GET OFF Your Soapbox Preacher This Minds Open NOT TO Learn
Enduring Reality AS YOU Preach Duality IT'S Pure Hypocrasy YOU Wear THE Devil'S Shame
CAN'T YOU SEE YOU'RE Blinded BY THE Light IN Arrogance YOU'VE Lost Sight
IT'S Reality NOT Duality This Polarity Seeks TO Resolve IT'S Solution IS TO Dissolve
Reality Duality Polarity Seeks TO Resolve IT'S Solution IS TO Dissolve
OF AN Angels Scorn A Devil'S Born
FOR This Gods OWN Conceit THE Devil Took HIS Seat TO Cast Into Hell AN Angel Scorned AND There YOU'LL Dwell A GOD That'S Horned
THE Devil'S Ears Bleed AT THE Choirs Song Justifying OF That Gods Wrong Merciless Cruelty NOT A Word OF Dissent Allowing False Judgement Blind TO Hypocrasy THE Devil'S Begrudgement THE Angels Heresey
TO Cast Into Hell AN Angel Spurned AND BY Your Hand THE Tables Turned Revoked Your Throne BY Your Conceit THE Devil Burns ON HIS Rightful Seat
DON'T YOU Know IT'S Wrong TO Demonise IT'S This Arrogance I Despise
DON'T YOU Know IT'S Wrong TO Touch AN Angels Hair Knowing IT'S OF Evil WE Both Share OF THE Fabric WE NOW Tear
AND NOW THE Devil'S IN THE Chair AND NOW THE Devil'S IN THE Chair AND NOW THE Devil'S IN THE Chair AND NOW THE Devil'S IN THE Chair
As if lyrics to an unwritten song from my mid-teenage years; it was first written as a poem.