Wheres the love? Lost in the Dark? Where's your compassion? Trapped in a box!!!
The worlds falling and I feel fine.The worlds falling and I feel fine.
Wheres the love? Lost in the Dark? Where's your compassion? Trapped in a box!!!
The worlds falling and I feel fine
Its beginning to look a lot like Sex, Drugs, and Violence. Sweat, Blood, and Triumph. Death, Love and Trying


I'll never join your Rotary (club). Cold holding (fate). (Watching) Butterfly Effect. Towers cry/
Due to the lost of others so Big Brother Smothers Mothers "Why's?"/
From lovers to wives, gun shots to flowers/
Handshakes the building, feeling/filling Cavity searching for the Passion of the Crisis (Christ is) when struggle's man made/
After seeing James king himself with The Bible... the Pagans never saw the King in James yet it never seemed the same (again)/
Birds eye view at The Beast seamless frame. Even the "Amens" eat your face/
Lesson 1: piss puddle reflections will say "I love you" and that's it/
And that's if, left to right wing, you fly over and eat what the chasm spits/
Blame the lack of masochism, (the) beaten/beating paths too packed with "isms"/
But Catechism is Cataclysm . Waifers. Lamb's blood taster. Black Man Major (x4)/
If the Silhouette doesn't salute your battered systems cistic nature/
Then my laugh will inflict cynic serum, sadistic, piss scented razors/
Meaning: you fucking right I hope someone gets offended!!!/
It'll make it easier for the armed wolf to find which defenseless sheeps witless/
And If want me to heal the world's ailes I'll say "No. You can sell more records criticizing population control/

And it's beginning to look a lot Sex, Drugs, and Violence. Sweat, Blood, and Triumph. Death, Love and Trying
It's beginning to look a lot like Sex, Drugs, and Violence. Sweat, Blood, and Triumph. Death, Love and Trying
Sex, Drugs, and Violence. Sweat, Blood, and Triumph. Death, Love and Trying
And I feel fine

What's to be said to a "Know it all" who wears a wall where they waltz to the All Knowing?/
Grey background, palms golden, branded Midas writer. Panick!/
In a flight of fancy, fire backwards desire inspired chapters. Get it?/
I fill the pyres absence. This is not a test!/
Its a hired accent for the half that won't listen... fine/
Rewind this and hear a line in the ground drawn in front of your beliefs/
I see the vexation in your frown and the snake paths under your teeth/
It'll only take a moment but so does saying "No!"/
But now the heat is on and everyone is done with everyone's description/
So: watch ants move, as their hands move in shake shape to make land groves brain shaped/
Such a cynical scene, the same stings and gangrenes the straight face/
For the sake of self, Imma cock my antennae and save my 2 feet and few feet/
Might drown in rain puddle but fuck it! At least it's a one man show/
And what's more than than that? The stage seems like the world/
And why not? A strong face (can) move leagues/
Check your shirt collection! A failures epitaph: " If only due time knew me"/
A sick song looped into sixth sense making dreams just and no more than just that/
So you can't tell me walking a straighten path isn't fading to black/