WELCOME TO THE HUMAN RACE
Circle of Power
Abominate,
despise, detest, and extricate every ounce of power dedicated to hope.
Your
agenda is all, all that you see.
One race;
the power dominant and free.
Now that
you’re safe and strong in your circle you can’t go wrong.
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Your
life is set in stone. Nothing is rational.
You’ve
missed the true meaning of international.
The power
you see, your eyes open wide.
You shield
yourself with armor of hatred and pride.
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chorus)
Vigorous
virulence once again outpours.
Did you
notice his blood? Same color as yours.
You’re
locked out of the world but you keep the key.
You blindfold
yourself: one color you see.
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chorus)
NO!!
A fire
burning hot soon dies.
Late
is the hour.
The walls
begin to crumble in your circle of power.
If your
enemy is hungry give him some bread.
Give
up yours and in return you’ll be fed.
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chorus)
Was it
your fault or the way you were raised?
You rip
off yourself, dragging tradition to the grave.
Your
mom and dad’s agenda must lead you as a child.
No, think
for yourself and save your parents gone wild.
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chorus)
You walk
around so proud—your hatred undisguised.
Your
agenda won’t stand—on foundation of lies.
Throughout
your spite and constant ill will, the doctrine is poor, God loves you still.
It’s
not with you that I hold a grudge.
It’s
not with you that I’m here to judge.
It’s
your ways that I hate and I fear.
Don’t
forget there’s another way to live out there.
Your
peace of mind won’t come from mankind, but He who created us.
In God
you must trust!
Cheated
You sit
here and look in my eye and claim,
“I’ve
done nothing wrong.
I’m
dead on and you’re dead wrong.
It wasn’t
my fault.”
You plead
with me—convincing me is your goal:
“Life
was empty and filled with pain, but now it’s finally whole.”
“Love’s
only love when I feel like it’s love and I don’t feel love at all.
Out’s
the way out when I want out and I want out of here now!!!”
If you’re
so convinced of your innocence and that your motives are so pure, then His word is wrong, it’s been all along.
And His
blood sure ain’t the cure.
If your
hands were clean you would have peace.
But you
‘flee though no one pursues.’
Guilt
loads your back, sin’s cords hold you fast.
You’re
blinded, lied to and used.
His emptiness
smiles as you shackle yourself with chains of iniquity—
You’ll
follow your plan right to the end and wind up in misery.
I Agree With You
You tried
to reach out and touch the hand of God.
Disillusioned;
religion’s a fraud.
Strangled
by their lies, “You got to be good.”
Confused
and dismayed you knew you never could
Never…
Ever…
What
they speak has no relevance.
Their
contradictions make no sense.
So you
embrace what you know is charade and write off God with the brain you know He made
The brain…
You know...
The brain
you know He made.
Well,
I agree with you ‘cause without the cross every manmade religion is nothing but lost.
Confused
by the lies you now need a nudge.
For us
He didn’t bleed just to hold a grudge.
He did
it once and for us all—
The only
way to save our wreched ball.
You look
at the sea waves rolling so vast.
You know
that He’s the first and the last.
Then
questions get the best of you, you turn to the sky, “Did you make us just to leave us?”
From
your heart you cry
You…
Cry…
Now you
sit there thinking God has forgot He’s left you in your mess just to stink and rot.
Well
maybe, just maybe what you think is wrong.
Because
He may be the reason you hear this song
Hear…
Hear…
This
here song.
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chorus)
It’s
not by your works that you obtain.
So it’s
not by your work that you maintain.
Grip
the cross His commitment never bends.
This
is the freedom you seek my friend.
Without
the cross
Without
the cross
Without
the cross
We’re
nothing but lost.
We’re
out in the cold!
Things Are Gone Get Harry
Things
are gone get Harry.
Things
are gone get Harry.
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Harry
took advantage of a lonely date.
She wound
up pregnant from their late night shake.
She tracked
him down for a wedding date, he said, “Abort it.”
Single
life is much too great.
Six months
later he was all alone, he wanted to go and sink his bone.
So he
called her to beg for copulation only to hear she died from abortion complications.
You see
Harry is one of the billions and billions of people who, regardless of rampant STD’s, butchered babies, and butchered
hearts, still thinks, ‘if it feels good—do it.’
Thinking
if you get the urge it must be right.
On the
other hand, Harry does believe that there is something wrong with someone who has the urge to steal from him.
You see
to Harry stealing is very wrong.
Unless,
of course, it’s the kind of stealing Harry can benefit from, like stealing sexual favors.
You see
Harry suffers from a bad case of double standards!!
Harry
also feels that to males by nature are not monogamous, so why fight it?
To him
monogamy is a four letter word and any one who would even say such a thing is sexually ignorant.
Purity
ain’t missing out on true sexual freedom!
When,
on the contraire, the puritans love sex and want to remain free to have sex and not have to worry about STD’s from bad
condoms or settling for the big rip-off ‘outer course’!!
But not
to get off on all that, let’s get back to the issue at hand…Harold!
He wanted
a hot night on the town.
He wanted
to pull his pants down.
He thought
for sure he had it made, when his date said for sure she didn’t have AIDS.
So he
thought it was safe to come.
Oh the
boy wanted to get some and oh the boy did get some.
‘Cuz
selfish people don’t mind lying—especially when they’re dying!!!
Stumbling Stone
Never
mind the circumstance.
In the
end this now won’t last.
Future
thoughts of yesteryear, hindsight then is so clear.
Worthless
speaks volumes now!
It’s
much too late for why and how.
The stumbling
stone I would not see still, none the less, falls on me.
To some
there is place called hell.
To other’s
it’s a fairy tale.
I wouldn’t
be surprised to find more of some in a distant time.
When
God came down to claim His name.
They
laughed!
Today
it is the same…
Untitled
Tattered
jeans, a filthy shirt, a smelly body, a face of dirt, knotted locks, unshaven face; I’m a loser, and a hopeless case.
Pass
me by; throw a judging smirk.
“Hopeless
case; that begging jerk.
He’s
got a habit, sure, he must.”
I end
my days beaten and cursed.
We’re
all the same—we’re addicts, junkies.
We’re
all the same—we’re lazy users.
We’re
all the same—we’re crazy cases.
Out in
the cold, in goes the cold, a homeless body, growing old.
Drenched
by a downpour, soaked to the skin: It’s a healthy way for the day to begin.
Newspaper
covers a corpse of living pain.
“That
poor bum has got no brain!
Get motivated:
get a job!
God helps
those who help themselves.”
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chorus)
God helps
those who help themselves.
Is the
excuse that we rave and rant.
But why
is it God we call on when we suddenly see it’s us who can’t.
Bye Bye Nancy
Did she
know?
That’s
all I want to know.
Bye,
bye Nancy.
Bye,
bye Nancy.
Did you
suddenly want what little you had?
Bye,
bye Nancy.
Did they
put you through just to put you out?
Just
because you couldn’t walk;
Just
because you couldn’t run;
Just
because you couldn’t talk, even though you could BREATHE.
Bye,
bye Nancy.
Did they
put the words in your mouth?
Did you
want to speak out?
Bye,
bye Nancy.
Did you
suddenly want what little you had?
Bye,
bye Nancy.
Future of Our Dreams
We save
the rats and save monkeys; to save the future of our dreams.
We save
the seals and save dolphins; to save the future of our dreams.
We save
the birds from slicks of grease; to save the future of our dreams.
We save
them so they won’t decrease; to save the future of our dreams.
And we
kill babies!
Such
goals of mankind, just proves that we’re blind.
As we
do it all to save the earth.
We choose
to terminate human birth.
Aborting
the future of our dreams.
As future
contributors slip by in silent screams!
Why?
Why?
‘Cuz
they didn’t make the endangered list.
Well,
what if one day they do?
Will
we take away ‘the choice’ the root of the mess?
The answer,
‘No,’ would be my ventured guess!
We strap
ourselves to old growth trees; to save the future of our dreams.
We save
the -------------------------------; to save the future of our dreams.
We save
the skies and save the streams; to save the future of our dreams.
We save
the ozone from pollutions greed; to save the future of our dreams.
We save
our air from acid breeze; to save the future of our dreams.
We save
those rats and those monkeys; to save the future of our dreams.
We save
those seals and those dolphins; to save the future of our dreams.
We save
those birds from slicks of grease; to save the future of our dreams.
We say
our race should not increase; to save the future of our dreams.
And we
kill babies!
We don’t
find it odd to go and play God.
Abortion’s
the way.
That’s
how the Nazis would play.
This
human cancer; this manmade mess; though it may seem, it’s still not hopeless.
He gave
us all of the earth.
He gave
us a future through human birth.
We were
not created just to dream, but to come to grips with the author of reality!
Perfect Love
I’m
not afraid to hire you.
I’m
not afraid to fire you.
You can
live next door.
I’ll
feed you if you’re poor.
I’ll
sit with you, we’ll tell a joke.
Hey—we’re
all just common folk.
And though
I’ll never be your lover, I’ll hug you as a brother.
I’ll
never be your lover; I’ll hug you as a brother.
It’s
a human IV, not a gay IV.
It’s
an HIV, not a GIV.
It’s
a human IV, not a gay IV.
It’s
an HIV, not a GIV.
I am
not a homophobic!
It’s
a human IV, not a gay IV.
It’s
an HIV, not a GIV.
It’s
a human IV, not a gay IV.
It’s
an HIV, not a GIV.
I don’t
fear or hate you ‘cuz you don’t see God.
‘Cuz
you don’t see God as I do, I love and accept you, ‘cuz who am I?
Who am
I to reject you?
If you
do see God,
If you
do see God,
If you
do see God, as I do.
Don’t
mute His truth; it’s there to protect you.
It’s
there to protect; not deprive you.
I am
not a homophobic!
Freedom
“I
don’t have much trust in man.”
God has
spoke I think I’ll turn to Him.
Though
in debt like a losin’ bet, they outdraw accounts and pass rubber checks on to special interest.
They
increase the tax.
They’re
what you call ‘office hungry quacks.’
NEA funds
its taxpayers right; till someone paints Christ in a positive light.
Then
they cry, ‘Separation of church and state,’ as that which they worship they masturbate.
Freedom
through democracy is nothing but a dream.
So it’s
something you’ll never see no matter how loud you scream.
The separation
of church and state is such a joke.
In the
name of the dream the right to speak is choked.
This
no endorsement stuff is nothing short of lame.
‘Cuz
there’s no divorcement from the atheist claims.
Welcome
to the land of the free.
Free
to not be offended, to bask in the bliss of ingnorance; as freedom of speech is apprehended.
There
are some who cry tolerance for every view.
Yet the
intolerant of those who oppose their view.
If someone’s
wrong is good in another man’s sight.
Who’s
to say what’s wrong, who to say what is right!
Though
politically correct it may not be; I’ll take a wild guess and say it’s God.
‘Cuz
man’s attempts at being free turn out to be nothing but a fraud!!!!
