but our fear of the dark rebels, the idea of alien beings.

troubles us.

We conjure up objections.

I sit back and reminisce.

like so many other songs that use the same premise.

In my story, I'm the lead, I'm the protagonist.

an act almost killed me then I learned to resist the temptation making a confidant

of Satan, someone who looks like a mirror to the image I was made in, someone who brought the light to the dark of his race, and some of my

The fucking head spins.

Rocking and spanking.

But until your heart stops or your chest gun caves in.

The whole.

The heroes grew complacent.

No more hot shit.

Just that black shit.

dropping fire.

These MCs can't match it.

You're wet behind the ears, little green horn boogie.

If you think

And that I'm pussy, you must have misunderstood me Never wanted to fit, and I was proud to be an outlier Question if your shit is hot, call you Mrs. D

out fire.

At one time I was the seer of no things.

Just a blind man with a

puzzle piece.

Knocked down to my knees and cursed beyond belief because I believed you when you

That there was gold in these streets, uh-huh At one time I was the seer of no things

a blind man with a puzzle piece carving out the last bit of goodness out of him cause if there is no

Peace for me in heaven.

I'm at home with the beast.

See, there's an algorithm to the found.

It's given in any mercy in his heart.

It's nothing compared to the malice in them.

So my anthem remains.

Manson and raised.

Engage him.

full blood sport, retorting more than one way.

I am godless.

I'm on a conquest.

The concept

This onset, the second coming of Christ is nonsense.

See, I was never a very religious person.

person, but I persecute the sermon.

I punish these little vermin that dig the earth and while searching for some

is certain, but please pay no attention to the man behind the curtain.

There was justice in the rubble.

Destroy, rebel.

There was no heart inside.

The struggle, therefore, the water was stale.

Blood in the well.

Blood in the well.

Blood in the well.

Bloody hell, you know bloody well, they bloody well Although I must have been asleep in the past I finally pried my eyes open, I'm awake at long last, like

At one time I was the seer of no things.

Just a blind man with a puzzle piece.

Knocked down to my knees and cursed beyond belief.

Cause I believed you when you said that there was gold in these streets.

At one time I was.

of no things.

Just a blind man with a puzzle piece.

Carving out the last bit of goodness out of him.

Cause if there is no peace for me in heaven, I'm the one with the peace.

The vessel has awakened.

Uh, I mean awoken.

The fear and trepidation spoken.

The only words to describe me.

How can I put it nicely?

Shit, God doesn't like me.

Roll around with the fragile and damaged psyches.

Despite my best efforts to try and treat people politely.

Despite me.

Forgiveness?

Highly unlikely.

Nightbreed, allergic to winning in all bright light beams.

See, it's unfortunate the most prominent honor it.

Deny the essence of good, find its heart instead.

I see no leaders, only judgment.

Follow them or burn is the covenant.

I'm on fire and I love it.

At one time I was the seer of no things.

Just a blind man with a...

puzzle piece knocked down to my knees and cursed beyond belief cause I believed it when you said

That there was gold in these streets, uh-huh At one time I was the seer of no things

the blind man with the puzzle piece carving out the last bit of goodness out of him cause if there is no

dark fear of the dark

You are here only in peace.