There is no hole in which to hide There is no plane to catch No hope, tell them that's warm enough No rent to a room that's quiet A friend, I've known
I grew up in North Alabama, back in the 1970's, when dinosaurs still roamed the earth??? Speaking of course of the Three Great Alabama Icons??? George
I think it's starting again The same thing that happens when I'm sure what I'm thinking about is right But I don't know anything The inhibitions decline
Twirling in the night air I never thought it'd last The card was drawn the joker I almost had to laugh With a will and nerves of granite I guess I can
Watch the holy men their golden figures luxury of servants nightmare of outsiders deathly power in icons of torture inspiration for holy action false
begun (I AM THE FIST IN YOUR BASTARD SON'S FACE...) burn down the churches...engulfed by hatred tear down the kingdom...incinerate his vision destroy their icons
for the kill onrush of hate...begin the cleansing of their will repulsed of your former life true self-worth abandoned become the icon of failure
untouched by grace fallen are the messengers hymns of the profane unheard by the pious revere the inverted hypocrite as we breed to the sound of the hammering
There is no hole in which to hide There is no plane to catch No hope, tell them that's warm enough No rent to a room that's quiet A friend I've known
SPEED AHEAD FULL SPEED AHEAD BEAT OFF THE HEAD Of misguided humanism Obstructing nillicism Nivellating loserism Limp crypto-socialism And the test-tubes of urine are the icons
scent, no skin More stained paper More parts per million No new deafness No self-reference No getting psyched on No culture icons No one ideal Know what
Determined and assimilated Appreciated for their names Created by and for the system Emperor in their realms Illusionists alienated Icons, with their
Ride the storm of mayhem Fly with the wings of the damned Blackwinged Deathknight Your will is supreme Praise the fall of the world I'll show you the
Fear is no home in which to hide Fear is no plane to catch No hotel room that's warm enough No rented room that's quiet A friend I've ??known through
Of the Master Mind The Curse Of The Universe... Is The Invisible Constructors Of Chaos Creating mass psychosis Handcuffs for the human mind Icons Of
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