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Have I not been too long
In your shadows of invention and creation?
As I rightfully behold the flesh
Fear of the conscious mind
Will have you facing away
My word and world holds ground and is real
Your word is like floods of poisoned water
A language spoken, with spit from different tongues
It all seems like an eternity
This battle between us two
Good and evil, me and you
Time has come to step up
And take back what you took from me
My word and world holds ground and is real
Your word is like floods of poisoned water
A language spoken with spit from different tongues
You can never corrupt me again
Time has come to step up
And take back what you took from me
Time has come to step up
And take back what you took from me
You can never corrupt me again
I protect every man guilty of sin
The ultimate sin being me
The vapour from the plague
That infested my mind, body and soul
Obscured my view from wisdom
The mist that had me wonder in resentment
Cleared and troubles me no more
Have I not been too long
In your shadows of invention and creation?
As I rightfully behold the flesh
Fear of the conscious mind will have you facing away
Translate to:
Have I not been too long
In your shadows of invention and creation?
As I rightfully behold the flesh
Fear of the conscious mind
Will have you facing away
My word and world holds ground and is real
Your word is like floods of poisoned water
A language spoken, with spit from different tongues
It all seems like an eternity
This battle between us two
Good and evil, me and you
Time has come to step up
And take back what you took from me
My word and world holds ground and is real
Your word is like floods of poisoned water
A language spoken with spit from different tongues
You can never corrupt me again
Time has come to step up
And take back what you took from me
Time has come to step up
And take back what you took from me
You can never corrupt me again
I protect every man guilty of sin
The ultimate sin being me
The vapour from the plague
That infested my mind, body and soul
Obscured my view from wisdom
The mist that had me wonder in resentment
Cleared and troubles me no more
Have I not been too long
In your shadows of invention and creation?
As I rightfully behold the flesh
Fear of the conscious mind will have you facing away