Heretics

A generation torn

A people young no more

Raised in Babylon

In the waning of guitar

Our parents’ love grew cold

And so we sold our souls

Fragments of the past

They still echo and refrain

Somewhere in us

We will wander the

Earth hoping

That we find a way

That our fathers never knew

I’ll go get my gun

And we can

Hang around

Till the next movement

Comes to town

A generation torn

A people Man no more

Raised in Babylon

In the waning of church bells

We gaze upon the clouds

We always watch the skies

Been lookin’ for a sign

But all we got was Jonah

And spit in his face like the rest

We will wander the

Earth hoping

That we find a way

That our fathers never knew

I’ll go get my gun

And we can

Hang around

Till the next movement

Comes to town

I heard a wolf howlin’

All night long and I

Don’t think that they

Need sheepskin much longer

I thought it was callin’

Out my name, beckoned

Me to eternal flame just like a
Temptress 

Lovers entwined under a tree

The damsel shuts her eyes and thinks

If only he was mine alone

If he only drank from my well

A child cries on peaceful night

A mother’s hold only he knows

With broken shield he wields his youth

With wounded heart he makes his way

Heretics of Natural Law

Excommunicated from Man

Swirling in circles of Hell

Breaking free from Heaven again 

We used to believe

Stories in youth

Of white-bearded men

And desert prophets

That monsters were real

That villains were near

That true love waited

That God became Man

We threw off the chains

Loosened the bonds

And claimed for ourselves

The throne of a god

But found what we chased

Became what we left

As knees buckled to

The god in our gut

I can’t seem to feel

Or love anything

Or dream anymore

Yet her do I see

Her skin like a star

Her hair like the dawn

Her eyes like the sword

Suffocating

Adonai, Adonai

Adonai, Adonai

Adonai, Adonai

Adonai, have mercy 

Burning out, we find our way

To a state of mind, sunk into another

Bottle while, clawing for a way out

Drive all night, we’ll leave this town

In a broken car, filled with smoke

That we’re choking on, searching for a young dawn

Sing it out, like a sinner come home

Scream it out, like a barren woman

In labor pain, fighting for her newborn

Rectify, all my dying

Vindicate, all my trying

To make it back, back where we belong

All alone, we spend our days

In a catacomb, of electric soma

Like a renegade, clawing for a way out

Bloodied nights, we’ll raze this town

With a rebel band, cut you down

And make a better world, searching for a young dawn

Sing it out, like a sinner come home

Scream it out, like a barren woman

In labor pain, fighting for her newborn

Rectify, all my dying

Vindicate, all my trying

To make it back, back where we belong

And I, don’t wanna die

Oh Lord, make speed to save us

Make haste to help us

Sing it out, like a sinner come home

Scream it out, like a barren woman

In labor pain, in labor pain

Rectify, all my dying

Vindicate, all my trying

To make it back, to make it back 

Too many days I’ve spent

Locked inside of its voice

Singing to me siren songs

Burning me like gasoline

Too many nights I’ve tried

To hide below its guise

The pixelated skin

Never did revive

Too many years I’ve spent

Trying to burn it all down

And going all on my own

It’s only now I begin

To know how better it is

For a proud man to fall

Too many days I’ve spent

Locked inside of its shell

Singing to me my old fears

Begging me just to keep quiet

Surrounded just like a siege

Cracks all form at the seems

The late-night reveries

Oft an en’my spy

Too many years I’ve spent

Trying to burn it all down

And going all on my own

It’s only now I begin

To know how better it is

For a proud man to fall 

The TV’s always on

And you are getting oh so tired

And I am not sure I can say

Anything to numb your pain

This world is oh so starved

For a night under the stars

Fall asleep, open window

To the sounds of life at dark

Our eyes are always red

Our tongues are always tied

But it’s not a lovers’ fight

Nor a child crying out

The voices always sing

The chemicals rush in

I’m thinking I should get some sleep

Before the dopamine runs out

So I’ll just keep the fan on

And drift into its hum

‘Cause it’s better than the TVs

That echo through my walls

And I’ll drift off to sleep

And wait for day to break

And in the morning I shall find

That solace never came

That solace never came