All Hail the God of Abel.

Lord knows I ain't no prophet

and I ain't no prophet's Son

I'm just travlin down the highway 

trying to have myself some fun

I've got whiskey on my breath

and women on my mind

searching for that garden

someday i hope i'll find

Yes Mam I know Jesus

I saw him just the other day

he was holding up a cardboard sign 

said something bout judgment day.

There's a church on every corner 

and a pawnshop down the road

open every day cept sunday 

to buy your guns diamonds and gold

and the christians fill up their SUV's 

with dead baby juice from brown babies overseas

and they haul their scrap metal to the smelter

The Sunday School boys are standing in line

to get a gold star by their names

Sheep sheared and shorn

slaves they were born

enlisted as pawns in their game

They pay their taxes tithes and dues

early on sunday they shine their shoes 

and they pray to the lord on their knees

...their Grand-Master

Uncle Sam  your scrap metal

to build more guns, bullets and bombs

Uncle Sam wants your scrap metal

take your metal to the smelter

All Hail x3

All Hail the God of Abel

Union Station.

I get off the train and scoop some change from the fountain

bus-fare, a cup of coffee somewhere in a dark cafe

where I may... perchance meet the girl of my dreams

...though it seems I'm destined to wander alone in the cold, cold rain.
Everbody needs an angel sometimes
tonight I was hoping you would be mine.

and I've got this pain

aching in my chest 

I need a bullet-proof vest

I think the devil is shooting at me

the stink eye from the passers by sends a shiver up my spine

as I'm thumbing for a ride

there has got to be some kind of way out of here.
Everybody needs an angel sometimes.
tonight I was hoping
you would be mine.
Lonely, Sad, and Lost
Feel like I want to Die
Ah but then I get so high
at least three kinds of crazy
and prone to siezures too
I wouldn't get too close
if i were you.
Everybody needs an angel sometimes
tonight I was hoping that you would be mine.

I'll Be Your Jesus.

Never been one to lead or follow

satisfied to be a fly on the wall

don't try to hold me down to nothing 

I'll be there when you call my name

I'll Be Your Jesus

I'll heal you from the inside 

I'll take away your pain

I'll pour my offering on your alter

Thunder Lightening and Rain

I'll Be Your Jesus.

I ain't your Monkey on a string.

I ain't your monkey on a string

I ain't your puppet on a stick

you think you can lead me around all over town like a dog by my dick

you better rearrange your way of thinking cuz it makes me sick.

You best know your role

Im in control

Don't mind the time 

try to unwind

rest in my arms 

take a hit of this bong

I'll sing you a song

we'll make love all night long

Rest in my arms.

Ancestor Spirits.

We acknowledge our ancestors and summon their spirits to give us wisdom in times of tribulation.

The soul is found where the spirit wanders... not where the body lies.

My ribs cage a bird preparing to fly... Into the Sun.

Drops of rain fall from heavy clouds and soak into the ground

watering the lilies

quenching the thirst of the damned

as the flowers and the trees reach up toward the sky

Evaporation is Completion.

Gray Matter.

Gray matter

empty and full

storm clouds and brain waves

Day-dreams, Nightmares and Premonitions

Confessions, Laments and battle crys

Prayers of the Damned

Death Songs of the Martyrs

Their blood cries out from the ground

Wailing from beneath the alter

REDEMPTION

While the goats watch from afar...

Reduced to slaves, beggars, scavengers and theives...

 Men. 

Who once stood proud and erect, naked in the garden,

 now with withered hands and tired feet,

 shoulders stooped low under the weight of tyranny;

 earns his bread by the sweat of his brow.

 He toils in the sun, a yoke around his neck, a beast toiling for his rations.

 We have been broken

tamed and domesticated 

like sheep in need of a shephard.

Exiled kings

wandering outlaws 

exiled to the barren lands where no produce grows and no water runs thru...

The sheep are made to lie down in the green pastures beside the still waters...

While the goats watch from afar

The Shephard leads them 

One by One sheared and shorn, starting with the firstborn.

The Shepherd leads them 

with his rod and his staff

The Shepherd leads them to the slaughter.