White Lamb
10/17/2013

They've got their laws beneath the Bible
and I've got my ideals to rival
their aim at self proclaimed survival
the faith I've seen as crass

Evil men have done harm to me
Now I must punish man
It's just my religious duty
for all they fail to understand
Hatred guides my hand

I'm waiting for the ax to fall
a white lamb bleeding pure as snow
and the world would be good
if only someone could
save the damned from descending
and the virgin hands from touching
the gold that turns to stone

My fingernails are black
with the sickness and sin of man
the poison touch of promises that
crack walls like  the skulls of rats dead,
gone down to Jesus

This is what clings to my cadaverous soul
and ever turns my eyes black
These are the things that eat my spirit whole
and this pain I will never lack