Under the law Set by Almighty God The priests had the power To change your destiny Festering boils Chronic disease For seven days Complete isolation
I ask that you return me The years I did ignore thee And with my burden bury The weight of guilt I carry And lead me to the well of life Before my soul
Satan called upon the Lord "I must perform a test To prove that fath in God Is contingent on being blessed" One of the richest men of the second millennium
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[Words & Music: Ted Kirkpatrick] Car for sale - what a deal - I assure you it's a steal Come and check it out some night - can't I see it in the light
You see life as a game That you don't want to play in Born in a world That you don't wanna stay in There's only two roads And none in between them If
You've lived your whole life in this role Father checked out prematurely, mother drank away her soul You became the whipping boy for an angry, bitter
Darwinistic Dante's Inferno partially obstructed preconceptions steering the helm Microscopic View of a Telescopic Realm As the fire's embers faded
Is God asking you to crawl to China - or just to cross the street? To trudge through the desert through Arabian heat Or to accomplish the impossible -
[Words: Luke Easter, Music: Aaron Guerra] I cut him up this evening And they came to check the scream On the very spot i'd hidden him I served a spot
[Words & Music: Ted Kirkpatrick] [This song is dedicated to the animals we share this planet with and the people who work to protect them] [Solo: Aaron
Just a boy, you will not remember half The things you're going through right now How can I explain to you things don't Always go the way you want them
Nigh does the tempest Draw to devour him Through sullen seas of throes The end of life begins His fame will fade in time His name is you and I We died
[Words: Luke Easter, Music: Aaron Guerra] Distance makes my heart to fester In self inflicted pain If I can't face the consequences of my actions I'll
[I. The Suffering] Skeezix bloated in petulance from the night's debauch Wields his mutated feline frame down from his arboreal watch Space 109 is always
Young child drowning in a sea of pain Body infested with debilitating proteus strain Distant footsteps approach, but they're not for him The anticipation
Bring us your trinkets, your baubles of gold Join the debauchery, the young and the old Let us bow down to his great golden calf Darken our spirits, as
I feel numb And think we're half asleep Our collective sense of outrage Has gone the way dodo birds and Model T's We're being trained We tell them what