Song Description

blacklight music

Lyrics

(chorus)
My Mother Mary comes to me in my sleep
She bears stigmata on her hands and her feet
She holds the truth inside
I watch her cry
a million rivers when she weeps

(Arcane's 1st verse))
In the name of the father, In the name of the son and the one and the only martyr,
In the name of the sister, and the one I never had I miss her.
In the name of the pope (amen) -- livin for the day of the rope (amen)
let me bathe in the soap (amen), just gimme the dope so I can croak (amen)
it's the dope in the tape and the pope can't escape, let us soak up the fate like sponges
i been broke up to date & I know this is hate.....maybe soon I'll awake my slumber

(Insight's verse)
My beliefs can't be pigeonholed to any religion, so
I create my own fate - rock to my own rhythm
just tryin to get by- ain't dyin to win
I do bear a cross but it's not for my sins,
It's for my empathetic heart and my open eyes,
though my debt ain't gone - still hope to fly
churches, synagogues, and mosques all wanna know why
I hold my head up, I hold my head up high....
while I cry...
the tears of a clown that just found out the whole world is a stage and inside out and wrong side up and right side down and what's worse what's left is left hangin around,
In front of a 7-11 searchin for heaven
with niccorette in my stomach and cigarettes in my head and
I'm left with my thoughts, my pen & my pad, my mom & my dad, my people, my sister, my friend, my...visions in my head
my nightmarish daydreams, schizophrenic tendencies, my premonitions,
inhibitions, predetermined enemies.
the television's tellin me- just who I'm supposed to be
instead of being me only seein who I'm told to be
I'm focusing....(or at least I'm tryin to focus)
(...Insight, you out of focus)
so I create another opus, spill my soul on these folks
hopeless 'cause don't nobody know what i spoke - (except Mary)

(chorus)
My Mother Mary comes to me in my sleep
She bears stigmata on her hands and her feet
She holds the truth inside
I watch her cry
a million rivers when she weeps

(arcane's 2nd verse)
Silent Night. Merchant stabbed wit a silent knife
I hit the cosmos and roll off with a violet scythe.
A violent cry to an ancient lord of a vibrant sky,
May you embrace me with a careful hand and plague the tyrant eye.
It's a time to rise, with a holy sword I slay my pride,
and now a dead abandoned ego lay slain with an iron spike.
(Oh my god) will I will I wake up to be humble?
Will I make it to the one truth,
that awaits me through this jungle?
Will I wake up to the blackness?
Will I wake up just to Angus Grim teachin the Bible backwards?
Will I wake up smokin Backwoods?
Momma's cryin, where's her baby boy in the casket
In the bathtub with a slashed-wrist or in the hands of John the Baptist?