The sun it rises with our eyes
as purest love within us grows,
it put down roots within our souls
before our fates were ever sown.

It sits within us old as time,
yet feels as new as winter snow
and wiser Saints than you or I
would burn to never let it go.

So with this dawn we'll make a pact
no blood will spill, no daggers drawn,
and you, my love will own a heart
that sings for you with every morn.

I wish I could do a *** right now
it really makes me sad
that I'm sat here in the basement
watching **** Hub with my Dad.

All the Women have turned Toxic
now they're dressing for revenge,
and their hips are always lying
about where the night will end.

They think they're ****** special
Something precious to behold
but they're all just slags and munters,
with diseased and sagging holes.

They're all just filthy ***** ya know,
each one of them the same,
look like they'd **** you senseless,
when you try it...they complain!

Wish I could do a *** right now
It makes me really sad.
I'm gonna grab a can of Monster,
can you pass the tissues Dad?

While you were sleeping
the world found its way,
Peace counselled destruction
as shame walked away.

The crosses stopped burning
and praised on the lawn,
the bluebirds were soaring
to hurry the dawn.

The fallen, once turning
as new heroes fell,
lay at ease in the meadow
as we bid hate farewell.

The children all crept out from under their beds,
the homeless found shelter, the hungry were fed,
As Ego was conquered he turned with a sigh
"Have your moment, enjoy it, I'll be back by and by"

The courtroom it hums like a sewer
the pundits are all turning green
while a clown nanna naps in the foreground
caring not for the "witch hunt" it seems

The Lawyers make lying look easy,
slight of hand, fleet of tongue, jazz hands please!
While the Judge sits agog at the Weather
as she blows through their follies with ease.

Oh what will become of poor Donnie?
What fate will be wrought on this soul
who did nothing...to no one,
like....ever....LOVES the bible...
Oh look!
Sleepy Joe!

My bones now ache with fear and pride
my heart is lead astray,
my soul still craves departure,
while my spirit longs to stay.

My judgement remains clouded
my fate is marked "unclear,"
my nightmares remain laden
with the words I used to hear.

Too quick to put my trust in fire
with rapid heart and shaking hands,
too glad to be a man's desire,
too lost to ever understand.

How will I ever tame this heart
who only sings for darkest souls,
and offers all I am to burn
for those who cannot love the whole.

I once saw a magician
make a woman disappear
I couldn't understand it
she was there, then wasn't here.

Over many years that followed
my mind still wandered back
to the disappearing woman
in her box all draped in black.

Was it nice there, in that moment
When existence wasn't hers?
Was she tempted to just stay there
When the crowd called out the words?

When the box had finished spinning
and the crowd had settled down
she appeared there, smiling brightly
perfect hair and sparkling gown.

But out beyond the stage lights
'neath the make up and the glitter,
the disappearing woman knows
it's all just smoke and mirrors.

As blood drips slowly from the hands
of monstrous men from foreign lands,
we bow our heads and wring our hands
but the song it never changes.

The lyrics speak of death and fright,
the guns by day, the bombs by night,
another mother's soul takes flight
but the song it never changes.

As tempo builds, hear the melody swell,
a million babies born to hell,
we hear the slowly tolling bell
but the song it never changes.

The mortars crash, the weapons roar
to soothe vain men from distant shores
who'll never know the price of war
but the song it never changes.