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If You Want to Get Free

Waterdeep

To Chase Away the Birds

1999

In the gas station bathroom by the condom machine 
I heard the word of the Lord 
He said "Take off your shoes, 
This is holy ground too 
You know

nothing and no one can reach me in here--holy of holies, the altar of flies,
And I will sleep in your embrace tonight
She draws me close and shuts my eyes,

the pearly gates
and save you from the lake of fire full of demon snakes
"how do i do that?"
by askin the Lord to forgive you of all ya sins
and turn away from

on the battlefield, yeah
All your presence is revealed, oh
The enemy just steals and kills, oh
By your stripes, Lord, we are healed
The enemy tries to devour
But that

the dungeon under the light

The rage in the hand a blade in the heart
He killed on the altar all his enslavers

Have you ever seen any freed lamb 
Cross with

disenchanted/ from life/ (beat)
Pit in my stomach/ I had to think twice/
We runnin through life/ while death walked by/
We experienced god while seeking

all over my altar 
Rock, rock, rock against reality

Know yourself a part from your garment
Nothing is as hard as the heart is
Charged with the scars of being amongst stars
Memoirs of an artist

Dearly

You see it’s all love when the casket Close
When you decorated for death in Your casket clothes
Now they elevate you at death throw The casket rose

gets you out of bed is known by many names
Reverberates through the head, makes me cry instead

Sculpt the wax from the altar to the cast of the future

Pointless search parties
Commanded by the men behind it all
No one's safe no longer
When every case went cold
We don't believe your news
The lies you told us

Enough of this lies, 
Is the new name of the game,
Whits of inverted crosses that prayed for me,
Bells are calling out your doom!
Surrounded by

the baker, now
Hungry for the bread
Haunted by missing words
Rising in his head
Clad in white, a dance with the peel
Buttering your toast
Trading loaves for

arrived'
And the eternal cycle will close

By his sickening smell you will know them
The creatues of the filth
This is the end of all life

I fell

Faking the law
Cause of the law what is this all about
Since we ruined the family
No house of slaves can damn me

I'm gon' float on my magic square
I'm

Left my chains at the altar
Yeah Imma make a change by any means possible
And I think there's something in the water that I'm drinking
Cause I feel

my phone in the garbage
Tryna feel somethin'
Push your twins on the swings
Tryna feel somethin'
Find me sweaty at the show
Tryna feel somethin'
I'm not

thang
Put on for my city Ima put it on my chain
Checks by my name so these hoes kno the game
Checks in my name cuz the flow is insane 
I know why they

I've been thinking I've worshipped enough
I built you an altar to throw myself off
But if the truth hurts then why tell it at all?
When the truth is

friends
But when everyone is far
And they all have gone and grown
I'll be here with my guitar
Still deluded and alone

Take away the traces and the stains

my mother's hand 
 dripped poison in her ear
Stepped up to the altar 
Prayed the coast was clear 
You play the lamb
But we see the wolf is here

You've

It's drowning my own
But I see the sense in its belief
I see the tension underneath
Disfigures my often dying memory
Little boy alone and all
Standing by

waited this and I wanted this to be
Elaborate and so strenuous
And then you just slide by and wiz-ave
You on another piz-age
Is that the way you gon'

In sainted moments of dark, unveil yourself by request
For any sin you confide we take a cloth off your breast
And all the night we are blessed in