Southern Gospel - Church of the Wildwood

And it was because of me
The devil died last night and it was because of me
The devil died last night and it was because of me
The devil died last night and it was because of me
I'm no stranger to the prison
That we can create in our minds
My soul cast to a body
With the same iron on all of our lives
The devil and god used to fight in my brain all the time
Now the silence be kinda nice
I saw her standing on the otherside of yesterday with
Two handguns and a look on her face
Mother nature pulled the trigger
And blew away the human race
And all that remained
Were left to tell the tale in case
The winter ripped back her veil
To show the dead bride of autumns leaves
Spring cried on her knees
The devil died last night
And it was becaause of me
Summer bless the seed
Like I said before
I'm no stranger to the prison
That we can create in our minds
My soul cast to a body
With the same iron as the chains
On all of our lives
The devil and god used to fight in my brain all the time
Now the silence be kinda nice
I saw her standing on the otherside of yesterday with
Two shotguns and a look on her face
Mother nature pulled the trigger
And blew away the human race
My body said no but my brain said yes
While my heart remains undecided
About that quest
Let them dead leaves drop
Nature will soilwork the rest
Footprints in the snow
Pigeons on a powerline
Instead of growing new limbs
Amputate the idea of sin
And let the divine align
Arrested authority on a whimsical fringe
Magic can be found if you know where it exists
We are all but a fading light
Staring at them stars remembering that we used to be on fire
Who stole your fire
Was it torn by war torn gods
Preaching scorn
For your hateful identity
For your heart I mourn
But not anymore
Not anymore
Not anymore
Not anymore
Ay
Sitting at the table with that world's worst horrors
Breaking grains
Crumbs fumble
And the feeble gluttons let it get up unto they brains
Where's your morality compass today
Like a jesus painting hanging
Above every dinner table
Gas mask up over my face
Cause they serving holocaust on a plate
Breaking grains with the world's worst horrors
Crumbs fumble
And the feeble gluttons let it get up unto they brains
Running my fingers over intricate textures
The world could never handle

Written by:
Andy Wells

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