It's time
It's time, little sparkle in my eye
To fly
It's time, little sparkle in my eye
To fly, to fly

Please, Yahweh
Many named
Don't make go to the other side
Why?
Haven't I been a good child?
Why?
Haven't I been a good child?

Angels warn me
Fallen angels beckon me
As Satan waits to press me into service
I don't deserve this
Curse his Heavenly betrayal

Sell my soul
Hold my fate
In onmi-hands
Scatter my purity like the sands of Twelve Tribes
While I hide in this flesh vessel given me
Will she protect me? Will she neglect me?

Some, thing, like false security
These, these words of love
Soft belly rubs
This, wet warmth
This, fetal form

My scorn becomes need
And no condition
And "innocent" seems like years from God's eye
To birth's first cry

Alive
Alive
Alive
Alive

Alive
Alive, alive
Alive...
Alive...

My mortality realized
Now human child
Now miles ahead and miles away
Miles ahead and miles away
I still feel betrayed
Mother's milk, though somewhat hot
Sweet and loving, but nothing
No, nothing like mana

Scanned the planet for my Earth nurse
Traversed universe
Blessed unheavenly hearth with the gift of me
I know she wants me
But Evil's henchmen hunt me
She'll need an army to keep harm from me

Your impunity depleases me as I grow
Your disunity seizes me
In time to be, I will cease to be yours
Yours
Yours

Four score and several centuries
Misery, not even a word
Blurred by the beam of Eden
But serpents scheming made them heathen
Serpents scheming made us heathens

Fate chiselers, renegades, 
Resistors of the truth-twisters
I want those demons, screaming
Underfoot of hearkened Angels' demise
Won't
Be too
Painful
I've learned Darwin's Theory well
Just an ism
No, not while my inner schism has me in its grasp
Threatening to suck me like Cleopatra's asp

Now I'm the one with loaded guns
Murdering other mothers' sons
Making devils swell with pride
As I ride Hades' river-boat
Choke on the blood of my victims' sin
My one desire
Stoke the fires of Hell
I'm in the belly of the beast

Peace – an anomaly
Convenance – arc, an Indiana Jones myth to me
I've joined the rest to spit and pee on your memory, 
Your legacy, 
Your love
For me

Maybe
You'll have someone put a bullet in my heart
Start my journey
No, not to kill me
Just to wake me

So I surrender, 
So I remember, 
The wealth of my name
So I remember, 
The wealth of my name

My names have been
Jesus
And Moses
And Mohammad
I see Heaven
And Canaan
And Mecca

My names have been
Jesus
And Moses
And Mohammad
I see Heaven
And Canaan
And Mecca
I see Heaven
And Canaan
And Mecca

On my return
As I return...
As I return
As I return
As I return... (return...)
As I return... (turn turn turn...)