WAR ON THE STREETS OF YOUR SOUL
DOCTOR ART
HE OPENS YOUR MIND TO THE INVISIBLE
WHILE HE HANDS YOU A MIRROR
HE SPEAKS IN TONGUES
AS HE ENLIGHTENS THE DARK
CONCOCTING A FEAST
FOR MALNOURISHED MINDS
HE FILLS A SOUL ON EMPTY
HE ENSHRINES A MOMENT IN TIME
WITH SACRED UTTERANCES AND OLEANDERS
SOME SAY HE'S AN ASCETIC
NO ONE KNOWS FOR SURE
HE PRESCRIBES HIS MEDICATION OF TRUTH
IN HIGH DOSES
HE SPLITS A LOG IN TWO
SETTING ABLAZE THE DRIEST PART
SEEKING PRAISE
HE SEEKS NO OTHER PAYMENT
DOCTOR ART WHO ARE YOU? I AM.
LOVE
I FOUND LOVE IN MY HEART ONE DAY
I HAVE NO IDEA WHERE IT CAME FROM
OR HOW IT GOT THERE
OR WHERE ITS GOING
BUT I DO KNOW ITS THERE
SOME CALL IT GOD
SOME SAY ITS JESUS
AND SOME SAY ITS BRAHMAN
OTHERS SAY IT'S A BUDDHA
AND STILL SOME SAY ITS ALLAH
WHILE SOME HAVEN'T A NAME
YET OTHERS SAY IT'S A GREAT SPIRIT
WELL I DO KNOW ONE THING
ITS THERE WHATEVER YOU CALL IT
SO I WILL PRAISE IT
IN SHARING IT
AND GLORIFY IT
IN KNOWING IT
AND GIVE THANKS TO WHOEVER ITS FROM
WAR ON THE STREETS OF YOUR SOUL
THERE'S A WAR GOING ON
THE STREETS OF YOUR SOUL
GIRD YOUR LOINS
AND GUARD YOUR HEART
IT'S EVIL IN THE GUISE OF A LOVER
ON YOUR STREETS AND BUILDING TOP
A DEMON SNIPER MARKS A THOUGHT
AND LOVE BECOMES A SELFISH PLOT
ATTACKING WITH PLEASURE
THEY PLUNDER YOUR TREASURE
LEAVING YOU AFFLICTED AND POOR
A BUSHWACKING LOVER
VOWED AS SOAP OPERA CHASTE
ABORTS - NOTHING BUT WASTE
AND GOLD BANDED TRAITORS
WITH NO REMORSE
THINKING GOD IS DEAD
PULL THE WOOL
AS WOLVES IN DRAG
FEASTING ON THE IGNORANT MIND
IN THE DARK THEY CONSPIRE
WITH DECEIT THEY INSPIRE
OH LIGHT YOUR STREETS WITH FIRE
AS RELIGIONS PRECEPTS DESCEND
VIGILANT PROPHETS THEY MEND
ALL ALONG THE WATCH TOWER
FROM THE REAR A PLATOON OF BARD
BLEEDING INK THEY GUARD
ALL ALONG THE BOULEVARD
THE TEMPLES FEEDING TROUGHS FILL
WITH A HARVESTS TILL
GAINING BACK THE STREETS AGAIN
ON THE SREETS OF YOUR SOUL
A HOMELESS FOOL
PLAYS OUT HIS ROLE
ON SOLID GROUND
WHEN YOUR EYES CAN HEAR
AND YOR EARS CAN SEE
A CAMOUFLAGED ENEMY
VICTORY SWEET VICTORY
IN A DESPERATE RAGE
A DEMON RAIDS THE STAGE
PLAYING YOU LIKE A LEAD GUITAR
UPON DEATH WHEN CONFRONTED
FLEEING YOUR HUNTED
RATHER DEMONS FLEE
BEING PERSUED BY ME
AS CROSS-HAIRS CONVERGE
SAINT MICHAELS SURGE
THE DEVILS PURGE
AND TONIGHT IN THE LIGHT
WE SING HIS DIRGE
SO WHEN YOUR EYES CAN HEAR
AND YOUR EARS CAN SEE
THAT CAMOUFLAGED ENEMY
WE WILL SING VICTORY, SWEET VICTORY
CONQUERING THE STREETS OF YOUR SOUL