I'm wilt, yeah I'm angry,. But I've been raising Cain.. Cuz the path I'm on seems much the same.. But in the cold night,. I can't help but ask for more.
Up in the north where the cold wind blows. Over the prairie gold. Theres a church bell screaming. On the steeple high. Gather ye children of men. . With one hand on the trigger, one hand on the cross.
One look, twice sold, three for the way she looks at me.. Held up, let down, she sings me silent melodies.. Hair whipped, tight lipped, I been calling out for you..
Oh Lord live inside me. Lead me on my way. Oh Lord live inside me. Lead me on my way. . Lead me home. Lead me home. . Oh Lord in the darkness. Lead me on my way.
Water moves, new world order rules. Through hurricanes, the pain is made audible. Sound waves, Chi-town graves, dug deep. Water dirty like the police that flood streets.