Preacherman

from Drug Crazed Nazi - Friday, October 03, 2003
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Still stoned... good golly, miz molly!

Born of a devil,
Mothered by a saint,
Carved into what ain't and never knowing,
Howling winds passing on by,
Mocking the tears that never could cry,
Lost in the mists of time flowing,

Look past the man without any face,
The silent thunder of God's forgotten grace,
The winds of change ever blowing,
A man of the shadows,
A friend to the night,
Wandering the dark roads,
Hiding from the light,
Boot heels never slowing,

The hollow sounds of a ghost-town street,
Echo with the voices of the motherless sons he meets,
His promises hollow and binding,
Blinding the blind,
A friend to man without any name,
They have nothing to lose,
Vengeance to gain,
Trapped in a dangerous game,

In a doom colored world the heavens speak a tale,
Its song is sweet but destined to fail,
Its meaning bleeds scarlet,
The fallen man,
Doesn't live to see the light of another day,
The truth is lost,
What could it possibly say?

Look into his eyes,
The preacherman is back,
Words are his tool,
His color is black,
Dangerous surprises behind every curtain,
What is and what was is forever uncertain,

Never to be seen,
Never to be heard,
His song is sung by a mockingbird,
Alive yet not feeling,
Dead but dreaming,
Preacherman,
Preacherman keeps traveling on.