its my thought

Testo:

© metaled


walking away from torture
running from the vultures
stand still like a sculpture
when you move kill or be killed\
looking at the death horde
who controls these beasts
when i take their heads home
i ll show you my master piece

its my thought my will
its my words that feel
its my thought my will
in my mind your real
its my thought my will

walking away from sadness
running in to the madness
preaching to the masses
teaching in the classes
feeling like a disease
why do you hate me?

watch us crumble everyday
no surprising me anyway
what we become nothing numb
stupid dumb slaves for a piece

pushing shoving in line for a feast
tearing at the flesh of the beast
hoping wishing for war nomore peace
pusing pulling life by the cheeks

i don't like the tone you take with me
its my thoughts that make you believe
i don't care if you don't like my ways
heres my message deliver today

spread the message make it clear
all hatred will dissapear
god will come to purify
raise the the saints before your eyes
let the spirit deep inside
let the darkness feel the light
when lord touches your soul let the message grow