Cain
02-20-2003, 05:09 PM
Crowded streets of piled bodies
Country fortified in their lies
Power struggle of the insane
Profane bleeding cries
Sitting in the throne of God
Stand above it all
Staring down the young and old
You dropped the ball
Chorus:
Standing alone at the edge of the world
No love lost in the life of hate
Classes battle above oppression
Society raped humanity 'cause it's too late
Turning down the help of friends
Prideful death in vain
Don't you see the end; enveloped in pain
Bring down the eyes of God
I pierce your throat and hand
Battle back and all you get is the rod; and a grave in the sand
(Chorus repeated)
Death in eyes
Life in hands
Bringer of pain as the world dies
Wash the blood of in sand
Thieves of life and blood
As I set the city afire
Bringing out the worst in man
Kill he who I can't stand
Hang them in the city streets
Streets turned slaughterhouse
In gas you shall be doused
Set aflame just to see you writhe just before you die
Country fortified in their lies
Power struggle of the insane
Profane bleeding cries
Sitting in the throne of God
Stand above it all
Staring down the young and old
You dropped the ball
Chorus:
Standing alone at the edge of the world
No love lost in the life of hate
Classes battle above oppression
Society raped humanity 'cause it's too late
Turning down the help of friends
Prideful death in vain
Don't you see the end; enveloped in pain
Bring down the eyes of God
I pierce your throat and hand
Battle back and all you get is the rod; and a grave in the sand
(Chorus repeated)
Death in eyes
Life in hands
Bringer of pain as the world dies
Wash the blood of in sand
Thieves of life and blood
As I set the city afire
Bringing out the worst in man
Kill he who I can't stand
Hang them in the city streets
Streets turned slaughterhouse
In gas you shall be doused
Set aflame just to see you writhe just before you die