War in the Mind
Hey y’all! There’s a ‘war in the mind’ over territory for the Dominion,
who will dominate the opinions -- schisms and isms -- keeping us of forms of religion,
conforming our vision to the world church of decision, trapped in a section;
submitted to committing election, moral infection, epidemic lies and deception; insurrection,
On the highest-possible order, distort and not take back orders like, here and underwater,
beyond the borders, found(ed) of sin and disorder,
bound by a systemic depravity, heavy as gravity,
head-first in a cavity without a bottom,
a fate worse than Sodom.
What’s got ‘em: drunk off the spirits.
True comes -- we can't hear him, and you’ve been…programmed to fear it.
I had a vision: I was falling in indecision; appalling
A calling religious, a program on television.
How can wisdom be recognized
Of Anti-Christs, and majority-rules intelligent fools:
PhD's in illusion, Masters of mass confusion, Bachelors of past allusion?
Now who is you choosin’? the head or the tail?
the bloodshed of the male or confidence in the veil,
conferences of Yale discussing doctrines of bail,
carrying people to fail, keepin’ a third in jail.
His word has ‘nailed’ everything to the tree,
severing all of me from all I used to be,
formless and void, totally paranoid,
enjoying darkness as Lord, keeping us from the sword,
blocked from Mercy, bitter then thirsty,
hungry, and thirsty, for good meat we've been eating,
and still dining at the table of deceit; how incomplete!
From confrontation to retreat, we belong as true enemy’s defeat,
destined to a necessity,
causing desperation to get the best of me.
Punishment till there was nothing left of me,
Realizing the inescapable death of me.
No options in the valley of decision.
The only doctrine: supernatural circumcision.
Inwardly, only water to purge the heart from words to fiery darts
grown by the workers and the Arts.
Iniquity… shaping in…
There's no escaping when.
Your whole philosophy is paper-thin.
And vanity… the wide road is insanity.
Could it be all of humanity?!
Picture that, scripture that: the origin of man's heart is black.
How can we show up form in a visible war,
preoccupied with a shadow, making love with a whore, aching, the sores.
Babylon, the great mystery, mother of human history, system of social sorcery.
Our present condition needs serious recognition.
When there's no repentance there can be no remission.
And that sentence, more serious than Vietnam, the Atom Bomb and Saddam, and Minister Farrahkhan.
What's going on? What's the priority to you?
‘Bout what authority do we do, the majority hasn't a clue.
We majored in curses, searched the chapels, check the verses, recaptured the land.
We moved them off from off our hands so we can stand in agreement with His command;
Everything else is damned.
Let them what is understand!