Now there's spiritual warfare and flesh and blood breaking down.; Ya either got faith or ya got unbelief and there ain't no neutral ground.
On the rising curve,; Where the ways of nature will test every nerve,; You won't get anything you don't deserve,; Where we were born in time.
Yes, my guard stood hard when abstract threats; Too noble to neglect; Deceived me into thinking; I had something to protect
I don't wanna be hers, I wanna be yours.
Then I'll stand on the ocean until I start sinkin',; But I'll know my song well before I start singin'
All I feel is heat and flame and all I see are dark eyes.
If I could only turn back the clock to when God and her were born
If there's a poor boy on the street,; Then let him have my seat; 'Cause tonight I'll be staying here with you.
The night is pitch black, come an' make my; Pale face fit into place, ah, please!
It's the ways of the flesh to war against the spirit; Twenty-four hours a day you can feel it and you can hear it; Using all the devices under the sun.
Done so many evil things in the name of love, it's a crying shame; I never did see no fire that could put out a flame.
I'm walking through streets that are dead
That's how it is when things disintegrate
Don't you know there's nothing new that's under the sun?; Well, there ain't no man righteous, no not one.
The angels play on their horns all day,; The whole earth in progression seems to pass by.; But does anyone hear the music they play,; Does anyone even try?
She said, "Be easy, baby,; There ain't nothin' worth stealin' in here."
Since every pleasure's got an edge of pain; Pay for your ticket and don't complain
I stood alone upon the ridge and all I did was watch.
he not busy being born, Is busy dying
Can you tell me what we're waiting for, senor?
What drives me to you is what drives me insane.
She says, "What'll it be?"; I say, "I don't know, you got any soft boiled eggs?"
The sun's not yellow it's chicken
For I know that you know that I know that you know; Something is tearing up your mind.
I don't mind a reasonable amount of trouble
People carry roses
Make promises by the hours
My love she laughs like the flowers
Valentines can't buy her
Man's ego is inflated, his laws are outdated, they don't apply no more
I see, I see lovers in the meadow; I see, I see silhouettes in the window; I watch them 'til they're gone and they leave me hanging on ; To a shadow
I know it looks like I'm moving, but I'm standing still
He got an all girl orchestra and when he says; "Strike up the band," they hit it
She's got everything she needs,; She's an artist, she don't look back
You don't need a weather man; To know which way the wind blows
Well, they're not showing any lights tonight; And there's no moon.
How long can I stay drunk on fear out in the wilderness?
Truth is an arrow and the gate is narrow that it passes through
You speak to me; In sign language; As I'm eating a sandwich
Well, you're on your own, you always were,; In a land of wolves and thieves.
don't criticize; what you can't understand.
Without freedom of speech, I might be in the swamp.
Look into infinity, all you see is trouble.
When my life is over, it'll be like a puff of smoke,; How long must I suffer, Lord, how long must I be provoked?; Satan will give you a little taste, then he'll move in with rapid speed,; Lord keep my blind side covered and see that I don't bleed.
Lookin' at my shadow watching the colors up above
Trees that've stood for a thousand years suddenly will fall.
Down the highway, down the tracks, down the road to ecstasy,; I followed you beneath the stars, hounded by your memory,; And all your ragin' glory.
I was just too stubborn to ever be governed by enforced insanity
This time tomorrow I'll know you better; When my memory is not so short.
I couldn't see where we were goin'; But you said you knew an' I took your word
For the loser now; Will be later to win
Radiant jewel, mystical wife.
Last night I danced with a stranger; But she just reminded me you were the one
In the smoke of the twilight on a milk-white steed,; Michelangelo indeed could've carved out your features.
But I will be back, I will survive,; You'll never get rid of me as long as you're alive.
They'll stone you when you're playing your guitar.
Oh my name it is nothin'; My age it means less
They tell me everything is gonna be all right; But I don't know what "all right" even means
Well, the road is rocky and the hillside's mud; Up over my head nothing but clouds of blood
