Son of Man
I'm starting an indie-rock/punk band with a friend, so this is different from the stuff I usually post, i've written stuff like this before though not as seriously. Its not finished i'm going to add another verse.
Son of Man, Remove the Blood From My Throne, It Clashes With My Robe.
Son of Man, take a stick and write into the sand,
'For Judah, and the for the children of Israel',
Then fly in with an army brought from the dead,
To pervert the mind, and change their souls,
You'll ride in on thousands of horses and take the land,
And take one child, and lay him next to his dead mother,
Next to the promise you sketched into sand and drive
A sword to his heart, just one touch and let the blood
Run like water.
Place the hooks in your enemys mouths and stir the bloodlust,
And hope you mix something that will keep them in check when
They lay a virgin on the dirt and make hate to her until she
Commits suicide on her fathers broken dreams, 'we came in love
And to fight this terror that threatens us daily and even if
This country didn't exist, i'd attack it anyway'.
We've all heard the slogans and all heard the speeches,
You're 'great hope' to the American people is we just need to pray,
But God is no more real then the ramblings of a drunk and
All those prayers are just sending coins into a well,
They rust away and are soon turned back to dust so tell me,
Can you send four winds to wipe away the dead?
Drag those bodies from the grave and give them your 'soul',
Make a new war and tell the dying kids these bullets
Were graced with your fingers, these men made by your hand,
Rose from the ground to capture the nearest Muslim land,
Cause you have spoken and those children can justify
That you've performed.
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I dyed my hair in a motel void met the coroner at the Dreamgate Frontier,
He took my hand said I'll help you boy if you really want to disappear.
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