Christ and Satan walks the earth
Between three and six am
when drunken minds wonder their worth
And the powers that be possess them.
When its come to me and them
I am more in between
Than the seem down your jeans
That splits your *** in two.
The black **** in between your tiles
That you can not clean.
I do drugs
But I am far from a fiend
I am drugs
The one the people crave
And will always love

I am the rising son
Brighter than
The morning sun
From a place where
the heroes run
And the ******* children
Are always shunned
And made fun
I am the rising son.
The Nephilim

Keep your eye
to the rising son
For my light within
Is far from
The darkest dim.
I am Nephilim.

Far from the normal
Yet close to the insane.
Enlightened thoughts
swim through my brain
As big as Jonah's whale
Covered in flames from hell
and from above.
Those that are blind
Would say that I've gone mad.
In reality I'm just sad
And depressed.
Because in this mad world
The brightest minds are oppressed.
I am obsessed with the thought
If I am blessed by Jehovah
Or have I turned over possessed
By Satan and his aura.
When it comes down to this
Wicked **** that I've spit
Upon this page
You don't know ****.

I am the rising son
Brighter than
The morning sun
From a place where
the heroes run
And the ******* children
Are always shunned
And made fun
I am the rising son.
The Nephilim

Keep your eye
to the rising son
For the light within
Is far from
The darkest dim.
I am Nephilim.

Four *******
And a third eye.
This is the answer why.
We need more before the end
Draws nigh.