Sometimes it defies gravity,
The tragedy –
Sometimes the world seems dastardly…
When the Devil’s after me.
I ask them what it is like –
Having steel at your ribs.
A gun as much a part of their life –
Hugging it more than their own kids.
It’s like a virus, a deadly rash,
The world living, fast and brash,
Accustomed to the usual booms and blasts,
The only thing that matters is gathering cash.
Do we realize?
Our money serves no use in death.
Always stay steadfast,
Never neglect the past.
Much of the work lost to our rage,
The Devil’s first task –
Throw us weapons and close us in a cage.
Some say the world is cruel,
Others say misguided,
A world where the strong rule,
The weak are deserted,
It’s like the entire history reverted.
Survival of the fittest.
For every reaction,
An instigating action,
In every act of passion –
A fire added to the sensation,
A gun placed in the hands of temptation.
While you ask for redemption,
There is no true exemption.
We like to set fires and point fingers,
Walking away from the cinders.
Sometimes it defies gravity,
The tragedy –
Sometimes the world seems dastardly…
And the Devil’s after me.
Sometimes it defies gravity,
The tragedy –
Sometimes the world seems dastardly…
When the Devil’s after me.
Raise hell.
Let the nightmare commence –
Sell out your brother’s soul for recompense.
Judas and Cain knew the pain,
The mark of the beast ingrained.
Yes, a very vicious, vivacious plotter –
The hungry fire just keeps getting hotter,
As we precariously teeter-totter…
The Devil works in powerful ways,
Infiltrate your mind while you pray.
False glory, a road paved in glisten,
The promise of a new risen,
What awaits is a new prison –
Not of bars or stone,
But of scars and eternal moan.
Do you refuse the Devil?
All of His deceitful works?
And do you reject all of His empty promises?
Sometimes it defies gravity,
The tragedy –
Sometimes the world seems dastardly…
And the Devil’s after me.
Sometimes it defies gravity,
The tragedy –
Sometimes the world seems dastardly…
When the Devil’s after me.
Written by Fatal Dawn
The tragedy –
Sometimes the world seems dastardly…
When the Devil’s after me.
I ask them what it is like –
Having steel at your ribs.
A gun as much a part of their life –
Hugging it more than their own kids.
It’s like a virus, a deadly rash,
The world living, fast and brash,
Accustomed to the usual booms and blasts,
The only thing that matters is gathering cash.
Do we realize?
Our money serves no use in death.
Always stay steadfast,
Never neglect the past.
Much of the work lost to our rage,
The Devil’s first task –
Throw us weapons and close us in a cage.
Some say the world is cruel,
Others say misguided,
A world where the strong rule,
The weak are deserted,
It’s like the entire history reverted.
Survival of the fittest.
For every reaction,
An instigating action,
In every act of passion –
A fire added to the sensation,
A gun placed in the hands of temptation.
While you ask for redemption,
There is no true exemption.
We like to set fires and point fingers,
Walking away from the cinders.
Sometimes it defies gravity,
The tragedy –
Sometimes the world seems dastardly…
And the Devil’s after me.
Sometimes it defies gravity,
The tragedy –
Sometimes the world seems dastardly…
When the Devil’s after me.
Raise hell.
Let the nightmare commence –
Sell out your brother’s soul for recompense.
Judas and Cain knew the pain,
The mark of the beast ingrained.
Yes, a very vicious, vivacious plotter –
The hungry fire just keeps getting hotter,
As we precariously teeter-totter…
The Devil works in powerful ways,
Infiltrate your mind while you pray.
False glory, a road paved in glisten,
The promise of a new risen,
What awaits is a new prison –
Not of bars or stone,
But of scars and eternal moan.
Do you refuse the Devil?
All of His deceitful works?
And do you reject all of His empty promises?
Sometimes it defies gravity,
The tragedy –
Sometimes the world seems dastardly…
And the Devil’s after me.
Sometimes it defies gravity,
The tragedy –
Sometimes the world seems dastardly…
When the Devil’s after me.
When I saw her, I was greatly astonished.
Then the angel said to me: Why are you astonished? I will explain to you the mystery of the woman and of the beast she rides, which has the seven heads and ten horns.
The beast, which you saw, once was, now is not, and yet will come up out of the Abyss and go to its destruction. The inhabitants of the earth whose names have not been written in the book of life from the creation of the world will be astonished when they see the beast, because it once was, now is not, and yet will come…
Babylon is the Whore on the Beast (from Revelation 17)
Then the angel said to me: Why are you astonished? I will explain to you the mystery of the woman and of the beast she rides, which has the seven heads and ten horns.
The beast, which you saw, once was, now is not, and yet will come up out of the Abyss and go to its destruction. The inhabitants of the earth whose names have not been written in the book of life from the creation of the world will be astonished when they see the beast, because it once was, now is not, and yet will come…
Babylon is the Whore on the Beast (from Revelation 17)
Written by Fatal Dawn
