Sitting in silence, hidden in the mother womb
Hideous twilight, I can feel me turning into you
Consciously fading, they take me to another room
Where I am weightless, floating through unconscious avenues
I've seen the specters, I heard them calling
as my spirit is spiraling skinless in mythical light
Suffering Jesus, someone told me that you died for me
So I asked him, do you believe everything you read
"No" he told me, "But I embrace this philosophy.
It's true & I promise, it's been confirmed by people on TV."
I've seen the specters, I heard them calling
as my spirit is spiraling skinless in mystical light
I don't believe you, though you think that you're right
Your society tricked you, so just open your eyes
Isaiah tells you, Satan was the morning star
in 14:12, The fallen angel the son of dawn
So now I say, Satan & Jesus they are the same
If you don't believe me read Rev. 22:16
A true hidden treasure of a song writer. This gent has been capturing songs in demo form on old tape recorders since the 80s. . . and he's still capturing his magic sounds in his secret basement. Damien Youth