Holy Stone

Silhouettes of evil lives

Have cursed my mind with lies

Evil men with evil minds

Controlling time in time

An urchants net of fear

Has swollen gills of bloody moles

It's power in the money

Made selling every feeling saved

You call it liberation

Making rules to fit your needs

You make your own religion

Filled politics and greed

Your money makes a net

A fiery web to hold you cold

Levels of distortion split

Your neck and rot your soul

Injections of rust, trusting only me

I want to let my mind burn to coal

Unwanted for love, unwanted landmines

Write my broken life in stone

Release you of your pain

You breed my anger everyday

Dress the wound, give time to heal

The price you have to pay

Fallout covers land like snow

Your hands are in the soil

Grasp a root, pull up a tower

Clouds of smoke breathe acid rain, shit

Grade the mountains, open up the sky

Dress the wound and cover up a lie

Write my book in broken stone