Alone, on an island, in the middle of the sea Not a soul around, only person here is me The world is strange, had to get away People bullying everyone, just to get their way
You want a nation of people who think just like you? Toting a Bible, wrapped in red, white, and blue You want a nation we left in 1955 Before most our nation's citizen were alive You want subservient women who know their place And people of color that know their race Facts and science just get in the way Ancient dogma is where you want to play ...
I do not want to preach to the choir Nor do I want to preach for the choir But I do want the chorus to understand That the music in their collective soul Also sings within the chambers of mine
No one can own or imprison freedom Shackles and chains cannot contain the heart Walls will never impede the breath of Jesus From cooling the embers of hatred's stain and Freedom cannot ring in souls of silence
As I silently walk across the sand leaving behind my footprints as I walk, aimlessly through the mist of the morning rising over the horizon. I stop to admire this piece of insightful beauty here before my eyes, as I inhale and exhale the freshness of the sea breeze filling my lungs with each stroke of the winds. Yet as I stare into the vision of the dead silence, that the morning silent brings with it comes an awakening feeling. As I become so intoxicated by the very thing that hypnotizes, me the most as it transcends through the stairway and gateways of my thoughts. For it is this kind of...
Used to be shackled to the whims & hymns of other stations Many things weren't adding up, so I changed the equations Assimilation's a tune I'm no longer willing to hear I now dance to the beat of my own drum as I steer
Fully aware of the pushback I'll receive if I don't believe Inherently granted free will and I will not take a reprieve Four eye see reality in lights previously shadowed The box in which I use to reside inside is now hollow
No longer can I swallow what's given for consumption I've awakened from the slumber...
The darkness stretched forward across thickening skies Heavy with frozen laments when weeping Olympians kissed Vanishing with banishing ravaging wings In necrotic rhymes during Orpheus' apocalypse We, the tragic engineers of our own demise The instrument of eternal destruction and blasphemy Sacrifice the sacrament paradise advocates To Luciferian rule designed for godless purity
Progenies of Armageddon reign In blood lapped from lacerated heavens Purveyors of cataclysmic flame Burn the treaties signed in lies