427 pt II Blackleaf Gardens
I die. Where will I go when I die?
We'll I'll tell you where the hell I'd like to be.
Where will I go when I die?
I've entered the darkest place I've ever been,
filled with fossils of my sins. Petrified I've risen well beyond my means,
Struck by the darkness holy light. Could these cave paintings be right?
guide my hand to blade and march me off to die.
Did my time in this earthly rubble, killed more men than I care to trouble.
Feel this shrinking noose of guilt tied around my neck,
I wage a war on myself. They've put me here in a cell, the padded walls feel like
Hell. If I was cured could they even tell.
Right here in a frozen world, born to bleed just like me.
Stand in line and wait to die, washed away on that dark day.
Food for thought or so we thought, pissed away that bitter taste
soldiers hands covered in wine. Who's to say they're out of line?
Flash of red now your dead, face that facts your maker said.
In the ground you keep your lies. Spread the ash in disbelief toss away your
empty grief and one of these days we all must depart.
What the hell are we fighting for?
On and on the Blackleaf grows, up and down in perfect rows.
Symmetry is for the dead, know one knows how long we have left so
Right here in a frozen world, born to bleed just like me.
Stand in line and wait to die, washed away on that dark day.
Food for thought or so we thought, pissed away that bitter taste
soldiers hands covered in wine. Who's to say they're out of line?
Flash of red now your dead, face that facts your maker said.
In the ground you keep your lies. Spread the ash in disbelief toss away your
empty grief and one of these days we all must depart.
The troubles we've had in taming your soul, I don't know where,
where else I would go. My life has much to bare, my life is full of woe.
The wrath of god they fear, and it has never shown and it will never show!
Understand words are said deals are made and don't forget, you own the
world but not your soul that belongs to the devils you know!
I held his golden axe, lost in fields of blood I relapsed. Turned into this
hate machine, murder killing raping. Held this gun up to my head, pulled the
trigger as I am dead. Smoking barrels waved goodbye.