GET IN THE BOX *****
GET IN THE Ditch AND Burn
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.
