I'm getting hickies from vibrations in my throat.
There's smoke in the air,
I can't help but choke
On my word as they spew from me like they know
That I've said too much.
I've said to much.

All these kisses stick to me like a hug.
Am I apparent to them them
When they taunt me with their tug
On my shirt as they cover me like they know
That I've said too much?
I've said too much.

My body's shaking from the fear, I aim a weapon.
I cant look at what I'm shooting
But I caught her perception
She stares me down cruelly still like she well knows
That I've said to much.
I've said to much.

I feel the tears when I can't see her through a camera.
They blur my vision, flood my ears,
Fill my lungs, I feel my stamina
Be drained from my core like it knows
That I've said too much
I've said too much

I'm feeling selfish so I start cutting with steak knife .
Though with my throat slit
My tongue still moves with the still life.
It tells my secrets on and on and it knows
That I'll say too much.
I'll say too much.
I'll say too much.

There's rain over Vegas
Thunder crashing, lightning flashing
The wind whispering in sin
The people duck, the hookers ****
In Vegas, a storm's blowing in

In the casinos
You can hear the weather, every bettor
Praying to the gods they know
Every deck slice and roll of the dice
Creates another lost soul

On the streets
Fat cold drops soak thieves and cops
Will the rain ever cease?
But it's a desert town with a greedy ground
In a city that swallows everything
A city that never sleeps

Here I was told to rest
though with quill in hand I wrest
I fight setting paper alight
with heaven dark and hell bright

Hell is mine and His is heaven
Of that there was no question
Though neither were mine:
It was just
this war of mine…

So I lost sight
of day and night
and spent my life in fright.

The heat is strong,
It won’t be long,
Till the storm comes rolling in.
The clouds will cry
In drizzled sighs
Reflecting mirrored sin.
Down in Hell City
Where Hell hath sent me
And help’s consuming time
When twilight beams
In the morning star
So high up it’s near divine.

The scent of sin
Is ripe in man,
Yet the vision isn’t there.
The scent of sin
Rains burning sand
Yet the sinner fails to care.
The scent of sin
Consumes the land
For at nothing does it halt.
The scent of sin
Is spread by hand
For they build top pillars of salt.

O glorify yourself True Lord,
Inner light, providence broad.

Speak through miracle and death
In your spirit may we dwelleth.

May we speak against earthly kings
in favour of the true King, you, O lord.

May we help our brethren in You,
oppose devilish barons for You.

For His light is in everyone, Oh yes you
turk, you jew

Glorify Him in the one True Synagogue or Mosque
and remember, you too, are apart of His flock.