i've come from a war zone
there's fighting going on

the children's lives are on the line
the blood's upon the ground
the people, stuck in dreamland
with all the glory, pride

they cannot move
they cannot think

and scared like hell
to die

it's never too late
but it's also a fact
you reap what you sow
can't change the act
once you’ve set it in motion
any string of events
will move to conclusion
from the source of intent

like: if you wish to have money
and also to love
your mixed bag of tricks
ain't as white as a dove
the fear in the package
will sure have its say
like eating some shit
that's mixed in the hay

should you really want peace
you can't compromise
must have faith in the lord

in heaven
there ain't no jews
there ain't no christians too
no moslems buddhists hindus sikhs
there could be me and you

even that is doubtful
as god is one in us

when we reach his resting place
there's only him
just just !

oh my friends my children
oh my father saints
that the truth be known
lest we not be faint
oh my friends my children
that the truth be known
shall we not forsake
indications shown

oh you know my dears
how we're one big whole
many parts are distant
we must pay the toll
must go back to simple
as far as we can
only there start your work
as a three centered man

you'll need help for a while
as you hold back the beasts
while they strain at the leash

hit him again you son of a bitch
we all know you're stupid
we all know you're rich

you play with their fears
as you pee in your pants
you're frightened of everything
from elephants to ants

you don't know what's inside
what's outside what's up
you know what is down
but that's really too much
to hold it together
for longer than dust
you're not even sure
of your mother to trust

so out with the guns
and out with the fists
and out with your lies

why the panic for god's sake
you must leave all you cannot take
a single thing a single thought
at the end all comes to naught

all the things we leave behind
include our deeds include our mind
the ego just disintegrates
there's nothing left at heaven's gates

your only job is here and now
without pretension or a bow

so clean the heart - eliminate
all the worry violence hate

and leave you ready
leave you true

to meet your maker
when you're through

RUST IS THE COLOR
SAYS IT ALL
THE RISING SUN
ALL ELSE WILL FALL
LIKE CRUMBS OF BREAD
LIKE GRAINS OF SAND
THE DESERT
THEN
THE PROMISED LAND