Im tetherd down on a weatherd mound
Just waiting the day, for the heaven sound
A post in the ground, and a woven rope
My stolen hope, When i just want to go n' elope...
With someone to tope. But no. Visitors stare
Tip their hat and reveal their hair, They dont care
As i revolve in my lair, Resting in ones eyes
Strangers left tounge tied, but your sons deprived
And I wonder why..?
And i hear my call, you remember the heavenly sound?
Back in the day when i was tetherd down...
On a weathered mound...
Well the angles sang, and along came a mangled gang
Of spirts and abnormalties leaping and jangled with fame
My ankle in pain, from the sudden drop in a crater
I glided to my feet, to get a chance to gain gray fur
I was wearing away at this age for sure, but at what precision
Every second, no every moment i could feel age make an incision
Forevever and a minute, I was tortured but now revealed
Not only am i gods son, But im also been healed
If he can revive you with fear, then expand your ability with meer fame
Well then he doesnt need my help, all you need to know is I came
But at what price, so i could teach and reveal those masked
And leave the cast, with questions forever not asked
So you can munipulate with hacks, and expand the slack
Develope these common knacks, of changes
When you cant change certain things that dont need changing
Look im on pictures you have hanging, but really...
You dont beleive in what i was saying...Its silly
All of these materials for the publics eye
Makes me want to drop and cry
Because Ive seen War mongers wear crosses
When we will never except them when they die.
Get the picture, You might live in a material religion
But just because youve relised were here
doesnt mean youll be forgiven