2003-10-28 - 9:30 a.m.
the dog beneath the lampstand
directing what goes on
the light of cunning ampersand
darkest before the dawn
peer pressure blows germane
to preferential whim
the aeons are insane
if there's no blade to trim
the fat off of the roast
the precious from the vile
distilled from what means most
preserving all the while
the stuff that makes your ghost
ascend and not revile
but pus, decay and rotteness
may have to be extracted
it comes with what we brought with us
it's on our souls enacted
it's self-inflicted often times
and sometimes gets impacted
it's guilty of some killer crimes
because it hides, retracted
until the ASPLUNDH rotors turn
and pressure grind away
the wood and hay and stubble burns
so humble now, you pray
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bow your heads and close your eyes
and no one looking 'round
I see that hand, reach for the skies,
this jack is goin' down
rip off artists, loser priests,
pastor disaster is in the streets
this is crazy, but hold on
it gets darker before dawn
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hold on to the love
overcome the fear
let go and don't you shove
the God of truth is here
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