Ghosts among us.

There are ghosts among us... energy lingers... the spirits of the dead wander to and fro about the earth freely... Revealing themselves when they desire to be acknowledged... If you listen you can hear the blood of my people crys out from the ground.

Faith.

I guess sometimes hope can be a curse and faith can lead you in circles in the desert for 40 years. Be careful what you wish for...and even more careful about what you believe in. To have faith is to place your entire weight on one thing.

A road map, a calender and a cup of coffee...

sitting down on a sunday morning with a roadmap and a calander and a cup of coffee... It's time to be moving along but I don't know which way to go...should I go north or south or east or west or maybe somewhere in between is best... above and below, at the same time... I think I lost my frame of reference... I'm in need of some direction... i think i'll hop a train to the other side...

spaceship.

Traveling soon... I feel like i've been lost in a lulluby... need some sort of rebirth... a trip to the moon would be nice... building a rocket ship... out of duct tape and zip-ties... does anybody have any rocket fuel?

I'm crazy...

It's not that I'm crazy...I'm just on a higher plane of conciousness... aware of things that you know nothing about... you can just continue to remain in your illusatory world and never mind me... cause after all, I'm crazy.

Lament of Cain2

You have herded my people like sheep...leading them to the slaughter, starting with the first-born. Your rod and your staff, they oppress me. You have turned your laws and statutes against me. You have abandoned me into the desert to be eaten by vultures. YOu have pillaged and plundered my peaceful settlements, killing my brothers and sisters and children, taking the young virgins for your pleasure, dividing the plunder among your officers...the high priest recieves the choicest cuts of meat and the remainder is divided among the priests to sell in the marketplace. cursed be your god who requires blood for the remission of sins. Your god is your stomach and your pride.

Technicolor Jesus

when every ride you take just carries you to nowhere
and every train you catch takes you further down the line
you can follow me but I don't know where I'm going
but I don't think it really matters all the same

When you're searching for a god beyond the staind glass windows
Technicolor Jesus don't turn water into wine
You can follow me but i don't know where i'm going
but i don't think it really matters all the same

When your reflection turns to stone behind the rails across the mirror
the bats are silent, sweeping thru the sky across the moon
the chimes of the churchbells echo thru the alley
outside on the catwalk I hear a pipers tune
You can follow me but i don't know where i'm going
but i don't think it really matters all the same
searching for a god beyond the staind glass windows
technicolor jesus don't turn water into wine