I write from within the heat of my core,
it comes from beneath the need to know more.
I concentrate on, not how to be the best;
But how to know what is the best thing to do?
I come from a place that you may have been,
or heard of in,
a percent of your brain,
that causes you terror and ruins your where?
For it is in fear of the unknown you grasp,
to the days that you will know last.
Of what life you have left, you cause such displeasure.
Your heritage lies,
reducement of your mind,
for 8 to 10 percent is all, that ain't mine.
We need not what you think that you can do in a blink.
We need not you to even do.
The interruption of thought on this place called Earth,
causes nothing but violence and death to occur.
The deeper you sink within your define,
the more you resolve your account is not kind.
The Sin Board doth count, no rest will it take.
For in what you do,
you have found a bill or two,
and what is due is so large and "You knew."
It is in your own death,
that you find your not owed,
but payment is taken from you it's your makin'.
There is not a place that is free without noise.
The work that you do is worse than you new.
Where sleep is not had,
and food is not known,
it is only your soul that could ever be owned!
Due you owe it to one of your kind,
or has it been taken by cruelty or time.
I can't count the times that I have seen,
the words that are spoken are often so mean.
You speak with your mind, protected by skull,
but what if your thoughts were all known and you're bull?
The demons they speak, the spirits doth know,
Satan, said Lucifer is enjoying this show.
The waiting is anxious, the hour draws near,
for it is only the taking that is over do and we're here.
You humans don't need the horrors of Hell now,
you eat one another with words like a sow.
The threats and the voices that Christians do say,
if you do not donate, they will die on someday.
Watch it so carefully and tell me a show,
that doesn't ask for money or tell you to go,
deep within side of yourself they do claim,
without your support the word must compel.
So, why do you fear what says nothing at all,
for all of these words pour on there feet,
men up and they scream that they are still here.
It is strange that you fear what a Man has told you,
but you won't respect a Dark Lord when he's near.
For not my mistake and I will not take,
from people who need to know what is rape.
Rape of the mind, from whom I do speak,
comes from the mouths of the manipulators and creeps.
They call Human Beings to give them your wealth,
give them your last coin and do it with stealth.
The lies that are told by people who come back,
from the dead and say "It's a miracle, today."
They spread just like locusts, it's a shame, it's so fast.
There words are like food and eaten so fast.
Go into the what? Why would I do that?
If it is so right to go into the light,
then why are you back?
I don't trust you, I don't trust that,
for your information, is mistaken, it's smack.
At least James Blunt doesn't do that.