
I need a miracle. Not the kind that manifests out of the cool night air and sins wool into gold.
Viva la Rebellion
I believe in love
I believe in the higher dream
I believe in hope
I believe in serenity
I believe in who I am
I believe in the hell I’ve known
I believe in light
I believe in letting go
So when it comes to the highs and lows
And all the grief from everything I loathe
I believe in God
I believe in faith
The devil in my eyes
It took a long time to see what I fail to be with that
Devil in my soul
How could I know the heed in what I sow with that
Devil in my heart
I tripped into a valley of death to all I sought when that
Devil took my pride
He took it all
He beat me down
He praised my fall but that
Devil didn’t win
I stood before my God
I prayed for love
He blessed my heartÂ
He cleansed my soul
He opened my eyes
And now
I see
What will it take to stay outta my head?
A guard standing watch over a barb-wired fence?
Just my luck
There’s an alley not too far round the way
I better come strapped with a flashlight and blade
As shadows flicker by
I feel more like a ghost
I keep drifting
As I come to a fork in the road
Pace back and forth
Bite my nails
Beat that drum
I keep playing that tape
I don’t know where to turn
I reach for the first thing to calm my nerves
But the last thing I need is what happens in return
So what will it take to stay outta my head?
Both means to this story lead to the same end
What I gotta do to get this taste out my mouth
To get this bird out my brain
To get my head out this cloud
Just one sip and I’m off to the races
I’m not gonna slack
Got no time to be down
If it tastes good, looks good, feels good
I want it
Can’t get it outta my mind
I hit rock bottom
Then I got back up
I kept on walking
Still stuck in the muck
I kept runnin
Kept grindin
Stayed foolin myself
Threw shade at my redemption
Kept diggin that hole
And now I know
There’s nowhere left for me to go but up
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We’re running out of time. A time that seems so trivial to a species who believe they were born of God. And yes, this may be true, I mean obviously. If we were not born of God then what were we born of? Nothing? Even if we were born of nothing, then nothing is our God because nothing created everything. Or some krazy multi-demensional conspiracy? That is quite an amusing thought but let us now think with our super-computerlike brains for a sec.