How deep is your bedrock
buried beneath trauma and shock
weighted down by untruthful living
generations of followers wishing
faulty dreams sold lullabies
twisted stories comprising lies
tough habit to kick thick bullshit
confusion sickness consensus pit
here let me hand down a rope
we are meant to create heaven no joke
this our mission can you remember
pass corruption’s testing hammer
all in service to The All
evil sings out worthless call
battle fought within lost minds
Truth a savior found in time.
Day Gun
