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A Fool's GoldWar seen from far to the eyes seems so unrealPray on your knees that some savior will guide you Out of his place of violence and torture To eternal rapture life in heavenly comfort Still the bound fall to the ground And mourn the tragic tale their living Don't pity those who knowing fair The choice denied the blind beware The fools beaten down Conquered by their church's armies Forsaken by their God Destiny ordained by priests The machine is in motion Though few step out of time To the drums played by the victors Calling forth the broken lives to join That which they can't escape Together we can rule the world A promise of a brighter future A better life for every person A lie believed without a question The fools beaten down Conquered by their church's armies Forsaken by their God Destiny ordained by priests TERMINAL HUMOR: I have sinned against you my Lord If anyone raped anyone she raped me "Knowing God is having the promise of life that now is, break that religious curse over you, it's held you in bondage, I'm convinced by the spirit of God, that the majority of christians have been held in bondage by stained glass prisons, held in bondage by a religious spirit that tells them the days of miracles has past." MIND WARS: Misunderstood by all but a few You hope to overcome the demons chasing you Tempted to give in and weary from the chase The conflict in your soul shows in lines on your face Telling of a tale that only you believe To others who in pity watch But soon will turn their backs and leave Too many there's no hope Except survive against the cruel world Disown the cause of all the problems They're your children soon forgotten Reminded of the things That no one likes to think about By poor, downtrodden people Living in discarded waste Go home to barred and shuttered windows Keep the thieves and beggars out Trapped by fear inside a fortress Built by your own hands of hate Nothing for those outside the circle of society So lock the door and cock the rifle Sitting, waiting, patiently Looking for a moving target In this wind blown no man's land That once was home to all your children Who left escaping prison's bars They now are part of those outside And hated from behind closed doors The parents who once loved them Care not if they see the cause Won't admit that they are still alive Life seems hopeless is it just us? |