, get it up, get it up Got the motivatin' joints that keep your ass jumpin' Why when anigga get on, you want somethin' Yo I got the poisonous traps for
Born from the ancient void Spiritual Dementia Called by congregation Blinded by faith. Reverence and destruction Strife and mass production Bred for
stained Blood and rain I'm ashamed Chorus: There's a broken man Praying for a wounded land Oh, why can't we shape the invisible For faith that's blind
The needle in the eye of the hurricane The poison in the font The nail in the coffin of the profane I am the lot Maniacal the fire That weaves inside
subconscious wrapped in riddles lies The meaning of this life we try to find but only lose our minds Through my blind desperation soul solely rages
of slaughter Who said I'd save anyone? So bleed for me, I need hostility To lead the faithful and the blind Don't let the light shine on me I am the poison
from this oblivion This funeral dirge as trumpets sound the Armageddon The blind child with the divine eye Carried along like dead young from the holocaust Mother blinded
domine Ride, ride, over the land Sorrow comes without a waring, dear And do never start to sacrifice your faith They, they betray And poisoned
to end Take stock in the master plan Place bets on an empty hand Empire has a leg to stand Holy Roman style The poison from a holy grail Blind faith
voice for the benefit of their hordes. For they are the weakest in faith, and the darkest within their heart themselves..." Blindfolded be the slumberer For pain the blind
stars and faith and milk And I'm drinking filth and disease Oh, pretty please, I'm begging freedom There's life to be blinded servants and candy Before
I'm not so free My Solidarity Another Martyr's line not mine to follow blind [Chorus] For every clinic destroyed and molested boy and scripture recited to poison
way down to hell Poison runs fast in your fantasies again Don't lose your faith in you Don't lose your faith in me Don't lose your faith in us Gone
wasteland, one thing's for sure Ain't no gold to grind the axe So keep your fingers crossed While you're crossin' the tracks 'Cos good blind faith ain
impatiently It drains the faith that lights the dark and sets us free From the chains of our war And the pain we once called love The poison of doubt
Lambo's and Bentley's sittin on 20s Thinkin back, when I had the fall blue and black Pennys' Listenin to Faith on the Funk Flex tape (Ah-HEH!) Like BAM
Born into Nixon I was raised in hell A welfare child Where the teamsters dwelled The last one born The first one to run My town was blind from refinery
Breathe from my eternity Grow stronger from their fear This kingdom was never meant to last As they carried the banners of the blind Feed the faith