[Hook]
Venture with me
In the unchartered sea
Of the unspoken dreams of light
Speak you not of genocide
Indians have yet to hide
Time will come when death will ride
A mean and bloody train
From the smog filled coasts of California
To the rock strewn coasts of Maine

Mass of blackey, whitey clouds
Cold light on winds of change
To sound the thunder heard
Across the land I know

Children of the light
Must hate the night
In order to redeem
The skeletons of bloodstained hands that show
Legions of the Christian hordes
Conspire to suck away the brains
Of children of the dark again
I know

Lips that whisper love
Can scream their hate
For those so fortunate
As not to be encased in habit
Stand through time

Rationals of higher ups
Where elevators cruise the clouds
Conclude that Satan's children
Are not right sometimes
Rationallies
Hear the active cries of wolf
And hope that justice will prevail
In new breed light in time

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Nervous breakdowns
Crowd the calendar of freedom
When reality is forced upon the nonbeliever's ego plan
Criticizers
From the hanging cliffs of plenty
Laugh to see the fall of those
Who would remain in honest lands
Clairvoyants strive to see
The plans of those who need to know
What lies beyond the seeing tree of life

Tintillators of the masses
Do the dance of death
Before the eyes of die-ers
Doing dances of their own, you see
Wishers crawl
Through catacombs of fantasy
Where Jesus is the victim
Of the scientific age of man, uh huh
Pretenders
To the stolen throne of rock
Would lock the door of justice
With the age old key of greed again

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Daggers seeking blood
Have captured hearts of men
By making sweet the thrill
Of killing other men in battle

Ill gotten gains of war
Are wearing thin
The theory of the democratic life
Strictly conceived by cattle

Rumbling stomachs of the light
Inflame suspicions
Of the peaceful life
Way, way, way beyond the dollar bill

Beasts of blue reveal
Conditions of the courts of men in black
Who blow their minds
For life at will
Game for game
The light intrudes on rights of men
Around the ball of blue
That hangs way out in space and time
Leading ladies stealing wives
Of men whose lives
Reject the truth of starving children
Cross the tracks of mime

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