Garden Dreams

So many signs upon my eyes have struck a chord
the player a pawn within the confines of the board

In the final scene the messiah always dies
When the man of the mount has fallen the memory cries

How many tears have fallen?
How many rings been promised?
The signs are all upon us.
It's not the stars that fade.
It's the song sung in the garden 
about dreams to have it made.

It must always be the one, the one we can't afford
Could it be so under command of the Lord?

There must be voices calling out against the lies
There must always be a devotee who will never compromise

How many tears have fallen?
How many rings been promised?
The signs are all upon us.
It's not the stars that fade.
It's the song sung in the garden
about dreams to have it made.

A bureaucracy of evil beings who trade in human flesh
Undignified beasts who do their best

to get above, between, and prevent
the sacred bond of two that leads to heaven

How many tears have fallen?
How many rings been promised?
The signs are all upon us.
It's not the stars that fade.
It's the song sung in the garden
about dreams to have it made.

In madness all the colors blend and borders mesh
The hands of time knew to time this test

So believe in the unseen and repent
while in this cruel zoo we have been kept in

How many tears have fallen?
How many rings been promised?
The signs are all upon us.
We should have let the Presence stay.
Please leave the door open in the garden
so that enmity will wither, decay.





 

Sign Of The Cross

They are betting on your fall
and they shatter the law
Everything they give is to deceive
It's easy to get you to never believe

Their lives a masquerade ball
We live under their dome
Experiments designed to
mangle your chromosomes

The keys of the elite:
dominion of the consciousness
I'm writing you now because
this is not just a test

They are creating an army
of atheists and satanists
The CIA controlled music industry
manufacture artists different than the past

There used to be songs about
peace and love
Now it's "Let's fuck and do drugs...
You ain't down unless you're a thug"

They got these tactics
fresh out of Tavistock
It's easy to make 'em do what you want
with our heads in a stockade around the clock