billy woods - Human Resources lyrics
[billy woods - Human Resources lyrics]
Through the door
There came familiar laughter
I saw your face and heard you call my name
Oh my friend, we're older, but no wiser
For in our hearts the dreams
Are still the same
Grave is the fertile womb
Born again through empty tomb
One prophet twelve goons
Worship suns, crescent moons
The Creator at his loom
Air shimmers in sand dunes sunstruck
Dead dinosaurs dissolve, gassed up
The muezzin calls
1000 Israeli gunbutts arrayed
On Solomon's walls the curved blade cuts
The lamb thrashes
Steel sharpens steel, a thrown stone bashes
Bloody hands thrust skyward the mob heaves
For debts older than fire
Niggas bleed just like us
Tremble in the shadow of
Volcanoes that might bust
Everyday struggle ten absolutes
Got A Story To Tell
The most perfect truth Death is eternal life
Hell is to exist without his light
Eternal night cold to the bone
Copper on eyelids I'm coming home
Cruel deities
Fashioned from circuit's and wire
Nimrod's shimmering tower reaching
Higher and higher
We bent lightning and strode through the fire
Cracked the Earth, conquered the skies
Captured space and time
We headed thataway, as the crow flies
As the pilotless drone glides
Only problem with being your own god
Is you still gotta die
Cast spells as you might late nights in labs
Practicing animal sacrifice
All under the watchful gaze
Of intelligent satellites
Pull fact from fiction like light
Separated by a prism
Surrounded by telescreens
Advanced surveillance systems
Kaczynski's in prison
Danse Macabre, entranced by
Mars heaven, Earth, Then light!
Watch nuclear fission through black goggle
Lead bunker the King approves
Magicians peddle baubles
The High Priests deal in absolutes
Exotic theorems, equations and infinite loops
There came familiar laughter
I saw your face and heard you call my name
Oh my friend, we're older, but no wiser
For in our hearts the dreams
Are still the same
Grave is the fertile womb
Born again through empty tomb
One prophet twelve goons
Worship suns, crescent moons
The Creator at his loom
Air shimmers in sand dunes sunstruck
Dead dinosaurs dissolve, gassed up
The muezzin calls
1000 Israeli gunbutts arrayed
On Solomon's walls the curved blade cuts
The lamb thrashes
Steel sharpens steel, a thrown stone bashes
Bloody hands thrust skyward the mob heaves
For debts older than fire
Niggas bleed just like us
Tremble in the shadow of
Volcanoes that might bust
Everyday struggle ten absolutes
Got A Story To Tell
The most perfect truth Death is eternal life
Hell is to exist without his light
Eternal night cold to the bone
Copper on eyelids I'm coming home
Cruel deities
Fashioned from circuit's and wire
Nimrod's shimmering tower reaching
Higher and higher
We bent lightning and strode through the fire
Cracked the Earth, conquered the skies
Captured space and time
We headed thataway, as the crow flies
As the pilotless drone glides
Only problem with being your own god
Is you still gotta die
Cast spells as you might late nights in labs
Practicing animal sacrifice
All under the watchful gaze
Of intelligent satellites
Pull fact from fiction like light
Separated by a prism
Surrounded by telescreens
Advanced surveillance systems
Kaczynski's in prison
Danse Macabre, entranced by
Mars heaven, Earth, Then light!
Watch nuclear fission through black goggle
Lead bunker the King approves
Magicians peddle baubles
The High Priests deal in absolutes
Exotic theorems, equations and infinite loops