In That Dream

I recall Pieces of Prisons Im Escaping

In The Next Big Religion

I do the cross thing

Whichever way the wind blows

Your mind in time Im nine our lives

Unwide we find the wine red

Or White like the days fade away

A cloud of smoke blurred eyes

Your always Brighter in the daytime

you fight it after Midnight

It Just seems to me

its Such a joke

Every new walk through life just inherits Crhist

You Should have to prove something first

Prove Something First

Prove something

Your A Godfiend in that Dream

I recall Pieces of Prisons

Im Escaping From a black hole

I craw I crawl Beneath My halo Emanating

The only Proof You Need Is that

You Know