Saturday, July 17, 2004
Jesus wears a hood
He stands on a box
Hooded shackled, arms outstretched
His children raped
His mind only thinking:
Is this what it's to become?
Is there nothing out there to save me?
Click. Laugh. Click.
Electrodes clamped
High Pitched Screams
Shock. Nothing. Shock.
Where is my god? Any god?
Is this all a lie??
Nightmare. Pain. Feeling.
Now I tread where my angels won't.
Now I'm denied, for nought.
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Hooded shackled, arms outstretched
His children raped
His mind only thinking:
Is this what it's to become?
Is there nothing out there to save me?
Click. Laugh. Click.
Electrodes clamped
High Pitched Screams
Shock. Nothing. Shock.
Where is my god? Any god?
Is this all a lie??
Nightmare. Pain. Feeling.
Now I tread where my angels won't.
Now I'm denied, for nought.
