• the blood sprays and splatters
    i climb a series of imaginary ladders
    i dodge bullets gone astray
    i dodge the witches of the day
    how can your soul be so far apart
    and how can you live with ice in your heart
    I've wittnessed the masses drowning in sorrow
    and I've learned that happiness is only something to borrow
    After wahing my hands and assaulting my face
    I can see this place.And I see disgrace
    How could they all have fallen? How could it be?
    How is it that they all left nothing for me?
    exept death from a breath of crystal meth smoke
    and a mass of lies, making me choke
    even a man as strong as I
    can say it wont take much for the body to die
    but dying is only the first step for me to reach the oppresser
    and although my chest is under much pressure
    i will fight, fight on for the cause
    even with my face and hands wrapped in gause
    i will walk into the gates of the psuedo- angelic palace
    and drink the "Almighty's" blood from Christ's chalace
    and I'll march right to the steps of freedom
    and rebuild this wasteland to be our kingdom