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Secret Church

David Wilcox

Turning Point

1997

night there's a secret church
That's gathered by these gates of steel
A gathering of refugees enough to feel
That we're warm inside with our candles in

convinced had a lot of knowledge
Before he even thought of experiment
Straight up Zoroaster seems to be our roots

Born around thousand after christ brought

names
But we remember where we came from
I'm back to my roots, smoking homegrown in the sun
I love this little town, it formed my youth
Now I'm back in my

home?

Memories race by 
Glinting and glancing
There is oh so little time
To delight in the dancing 

I am an ant 
Scurrying to and fro
You ask me where

Obstructing light with a blanket of darkness
As our new god blots out the sun
The wilted husks of human flesh will only bask in sorrow

At the point

to the moon
While I converse with birds and confess to the sun what I've done
Un ritmo que yo puedo llamar and say we've won
Started writing for fun
Now its in

though it is
Letting passers-by, pass by
On the bosco bleako train

Sea sand salt and grit and grind 
In rusted cars 
Hot stinging sun and lashing waves

How can I say things differently  
I mean our love was so young it was barely in its infancy
I wonder if you ever missing me
My eyes are hardly ever

standards high whenever you shoot
You know it's ride or die win our lose
Art of war Sun Tzu yow fuck dat shit no interviews
Suns out guns out suns out guns

now
Now! Our Lord reigns

See the pregnant woman clothed in stars and sun
Dragon waits to eat him: Kingly Chosen One

War in heaven rages
Dragon's

carried by the wind
Let's plant some roots
Call this our home
We'll buy a little piece all of our own
Among the peaks that are capped with snow
In

(Moti koko gba'sun, Moti koko gba'sun)
(Mo wa pada gba eja, Mo n je asun m'ẹja)
I keep my eyes straight cause my future dey front, hun (I keep my eye

gotta give our love
Those deeper deeper roots
You know the sun
The sunshine
Aint the only think that we’re
Working through
We gotta give our love
Those

infamous name

Our nation is one
Primitive we came
Our root is one
Primitive we return

Your law not serve in my land
I seek beyond justice for all deaths

on the mic
They got no substance, flows is rusted, it's right I get my time
Future bright as suns pigmentation, stare you might go blind
A Phoenix rising from

wheels are
Rusted here
Wellington, stay near
Gone are the days
That we'd spend counting down
All the moments
To meet at high noon
In the yard by that
Old

Yeah

Rest In Piece MR C


Working on my craft
Getting better by the day
Practice makes perfect
That's what momma told me
As a little youngin

ingraining to you
Our minds been sinking like the sun
Our minds been sinking like the sun
Plans for some flats on the dark of the moon
Trees leaving their

The doors are closing one by one on a country that’s run dry
The people gaze in wonder at a long-forgotten sky
The great bewildered sun goes down but

to the street
Right 'round Tampa
Where the sun shining so bright
It'll put you to sleep
Ain't no point in bringin crabs cause
Our cookout's at the beach
Don't

Come in Closer

Blue October

History for Sale

2003

waltz like an army
for the fear of our pain.
Our souls become useless
As the day they were born,
In a rusted arm rocking chair,
Away from your storm.

in lava
And I'll be out there Sun bathing
In the rain sipping Kava
With my mind on my Erik Estradas,
Grind Wide from East Oakland to South Jamaica
Hilo

in lava
And I'll be out there Sun bathing
In the rain sipping Kava
With my mind on my Erik Estradas,
Grind Wide from East Oakland to South Jamaica
Hilo

in lava
And I'll be out there Sun bathing
In the rain sipping Kava
With my mind on my Erik Estradas,
Grind Wide from East Oakland to South Jamaica
Hilo