The New Cult King

In That Dream
 I recall Pieces of Prisons Im Escaping
 In The Next Big Religion
 I do the cross thing
 Whichever way the wind blows
 Your mind in time Im nine our lives
 Unwide we find the wine red
 Or White like the days fade away
 A cloud of smoke blurred eyes
 Your always Brighter in the daytime
 you fight it after Midnight
 It Just seems to me
 its Such a joke
 Every new walk through life just inherits Crhist
 You Should have to prove something first
 Prove Something First
 Prove something
 Your A Godfiend in that Dream
 I recall Pieces of Prisons
 Im Escaping From a black hole
 I craw I crawl Beneath My halo Emanating
 The only Proof You Need Is that
 You Know & todays Ways Divine
 Right Brainwashed Overnight
 You Shouldnt Have to lose something first
 Lose something your a godfiend
 the new cult king
 yeah doing the cross thing
 cant you see why im still wondering if there is a dog?
 search for signs to light the path
 show me the saviour
 Send a glimpse to glance & renew my faith
 Emerald meets the oceans blue
 In a shade of grey
 The general Knows not what to do
 As Tears run down her face
 Nails through her hands&feet
 On this cedar grave atone for sin
 Can this be can my soul be saved
 all alone i think to much
 need to believe in something real
 dont need this crutch because it just decieves
 cant you see why im still
 search for love or war
 to restore disorder
 challenge me once more
 to hold my head above water
 drowning quick
 flooding soaked through my lungs
 judgement day
 the verdicts in
 Seems the jury is hung