Scotty K. - Enlightenment
Let us bow our headsA spirit in becoming land
The tears in a mothers hand
The precious lamb of God
And the subjugating son of man
Sweat above your eyes
Undulated by a dozen lamps
Fire in the skies
Set ablaze to the olive branch
Let the winged rise
Let the chained remain silent
Look em in their eyes
Bet the demons get violent
Left to fight the horrors
Riches kept away in private
You couldn't find the Truth
Cause half you children misguided
Now the maggots in the meat
You can see it in their speech
Feel the pupils dilating
While they shuffling their feet
See em droolin' from their mouths
While they countin' up the bread
But it's slaughter to the sheep
Promise, you already dead
Descending out the tunnel
Trumpets playing to the entrance
All of us gonna get an afterlife sentence
No matter in your hole
Or in the highest sky scraper
Can't nobody hide from the Eye of The Forsaker
Descending out the tunnel
Trumpets playing to the entrance
All of us gonna get an afterlife sentence
No matter in your hole
Or in the highest sky scraper
Can't nobody hide from the Eye of The Forsaker
The lamp is yours to light
He can restore your sight
He'll give you everything you need
But this is yours to fight
And all the demons in your choices feeling pure delight
With all the weakness in your being on for show tonight
Feel the voices in your head
Taste the joy of vice
Live enough to raise the dead
Or they'll destroy your life
To follow those you never met
Is pretty poor advice
Never hearing what they said
But they control the mic
I'm just a man
But don't push me
Bring down the righteous hand of Yahweh
On the land if they shush me
Cause only God controls the mighty
And as it should be
Let the dogs fall to the feet
Of those that could be
And would be
The best, and the brightest among the most
Let them listen to words of the Father
The Son
And Ghost
And let them hold it close, almost choking it down within
Cause you'll never get this close again
Amen
Descending out the tunnel
Trumpets playing to the entrance
All of us gonna get an afterlife sentence
No matter in your hole
Or in the highest sky scraper
Can't nobody hide from the Eye of The Forsaker
Descending out the tunnel
Trumpets playing to the entrance
All of us gonna get an afterlife sentence
No matter in your hole
Or in the highest sky scraper
Can't nobody hide from the Eye of The Forsaker
Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray the lord my soul to keep
And if I die before I wake
I pray the lord, my soul to take
Written by:
Evan Sheaffer
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