you’d think i could come up with a nice happy positive song… but here i am with another tale of hopelessness, drug & alcohol abuse, addiction, abortion and all sorts of excesses of a human nature… but these are the things that i see distorting our nature and our expression of ourselves, & maybe the last verse of the song says it best; Woe to me if i don’t tell you… Every time I hear the baby cry, Who was born with fire in his veins, You can’t touch him, And he can’t look you, In the eye… Woe Every time I see a mother, Who doesn’t want her baby, So she hires an assassin, He’s got credentials on his wall, And he can look you straight in the eye…Woe Rows of houses where there is no father, And the children, are putting fire in their brains, If you could touch them, Could you give them answers for all their questions… Woe Woe to heartache and woe to the pain, For a life without hope, In a world that’s so insane, Slaves to raging passions, That burn within…you Mother, Mother, Mother earth they’ve, Built a religion around you, And forgotten your creator, But you are dying, and He said, The heavens are passing away with you… Woe Foundational confusion, political illusion, And all the people are dying, In the middle of a brain storm, They’ve got credentials on their walls, And skeletal remains behind every door… Woe Woe unto me if I don’t tell you, About the things that are, And things that are coming, I wear the mantel, Of the one who was taken away just like …
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