SickTanicK - Spoken Word #1 lyrics
[SickTanicK - Spoken Word #1 lyrics]
My mind is ripped like bible pages torn
And scattered in the ancient lands
I spoke to the hidden one and
The hidden one told me
I must write these doctrines of the damned
I must spread them across the
Aeons of time and space
For the eternity of damnation is nothing more
Then five minutes in this world
And so I take cover in what
Some call a unholy place
I have evoked a feeling and consequences
Brought forth by the waking dream of socitey
I have enclosed gnosis and power for those
Who will choose to listen
But for many that get this record
Their minds will become more
Of a confined prison
I will pray for you but not to some fake god
That shakes his fingers at us
Yelling down to the earth for we
Do not follow his will
But to the dead souls decades past
Remember always for the weak
Will be nothing more than killed
I have traveled vast distance and
Seen these United States
I have spoken to the phrophet
A politician with contracts and a briefcase
And he said unto me you are dead
But, you are awaiting your awakening
May you be bapitized
And confirmed into my star, the morning star
May you come unto knowledge
And pass this knowledge to the disciples
For they grow in numbers
And the number will lead up to the great work
Twenty two three times is the great work
May you descend then acsend only to apprehend
And lead the children to their very end
Death is just the beggining
For every man and every woman are
A star that shines bright
In the midst of my frozen love
I embrace thee and emplore thee
Now that the initiation has passed
Let them paint a portrait of you
With vivid colors of a sunlit sky
For many will not understand until the end
But as they paint this portrait
Of you forget not, let it be said
That today they will all paint
A portrait of the devil
And scattered in the ancient lands
I spoke to the hidden one and
The hidden one told me
I must write these doctrines of the damned
I must spread them across the
Aeons of time and space
For the eternity of damnation is nothing more
Then five minutes in this world
And so I take cover in what
Some call a unholy place
I have evoked a feeling and consequences
Brought forth by the waking dream of socitey
I have enclosed gnosis and power for those
Who will choose to listen
But for many that get this record
Their minds will become more
Of a confined prison
I will pray for you but not to some fake god
That shakes his fingers at us
Yelling down to the earth for we
Do not follow his will
But to the dead souls decades past
Remember always for the weak
Will be nothing more than killed
I have traveled vast distance and
Seen these United States
I have spoken to the phrophet
A politician with contracts and a briefcase
And he said unto me you are dead
But, you are awaiting your awakening
May you be bapitized
And confirmed into my star, the morning star
May you come unto knowledge
And pass this knowledge to the disciples
For they grow in numbers
And the number will lead up to the great work
Twenty two three times is the great work
May you descend then acsend only to apprehend
And lead the children to their very end
Death is just the beggining
For every man and every woman are
A star that shines bright
In the midst of my frozen love
I embrace thee and emplore thee
Now that the initiation has passed
Let them paint a portrait of you
With vivid colors of a sunlit sky
For many will not understand until the end
But as they paint this portrait
Of you forget not, let it be said
That today they will all paint
A portrait of the devil