Tear this Flesh Apart
Hello God, it's me, Dan.
You remember me, do I remember You?
The times we had, center friend at my side
turning life straw into gold,
when I begin not to fit the mold.
Here I am falling away,
to the sway of the populace beat,
see the sin it rumbles,
tumbles,
tears apart my flesh as I indulge upon my own body,
eating every last morsel 'til nothing remains,
but the gifts of a Maker ignored,
exploited, exhorted,
by the whoremonger society of
submission,
lose yourself 'til nothing left but
fame, fortune, absence of the self.
I hear and move to the beat,
in a trance,
listening outside,
Madonna playing "Like a Prayer,"
Lord, please let me not be taken there,
I want Your ways,
but sometimes I just don't know it,
like the marvelous brain cells roped,
by the petty dope,
relaxation,
without inner satisfaction,
fried 'til none is left and I come screamin' for more,
pocket book empty-handed,
World currency even gone,
then I turn back
and feel here again,
round back again like a f____ record player,
stuck on auto-repeat,
when rebellion shall strike again but for longer,
bad to the bones sanded down to dust,
ashes to ashes,
re-establishment,
new beginning,
re-instatement,
your mercy the must, must,
oh please must,
For in this flesh I serve but one purpose,
Out of this world must be gathered,
thrust me in the zone,
get me lost in your song and dance,
your beat,
filling me with the Holy Spirit,
blazing heat,
Tear this flesh Apart.