Insane prophets praise our gun Six thousand daze alone we see Somewhere beyond the last dawn Lies immortality
Mute counsel shows us their way Tomorrow hid things to come Forced march thro halls of time Reserving seats there for some
Trying to make some sense don?t appease their disease
I have done nothing for years Dreaming for thousands of years Hid amongst the trash and debris Hid behind a veil of tears
Sleep tonight and dream of life Not of death nor hate nor pain and strife When this world has run its course Out to a sunset on a white horse
Bloated psychopathic minds Social disposal desert ocean Slowly this world unwinds Seeking the praise of no one
I sense the winds of madness Infection beyond my door Brooding the choices i?ve made I?m inside forever more
