lance saint ash - blood on walls

blood on walls

there is no God

just a ringing in my head and death in my hand

a soldier of Rome

told to keep the peace - through a vein to the bone

killing Christ in cold cement

in secret groups, in canvas tents

burning pages, candle smoke

your blood on walls for the Holy Ghost

read me these words that you think are so profound

you guard them with your life

I won't be swayed by a lot of pretty words

but I'm beginning to see your faith

greeting God in the underground

in sewer pipes you tunnel down

reciting prayers and eating bread

to save your soul when the flesh is dead

strong and still - with a gun I strike you

full force of the Ghost ignite you

don't give up and don't lie down

I need this proof of the God you've found

I want the Peace

I see in you when I'm beating you

I want the Love

you offer me nailed to the Tree