Confessor Of the tragedies in man Lurking in the core of us all The last dying call for the ever lost Brief encounters, bleeding pain Lepers coiled beneath the trees Dying men in bewildered soliloquy's Perversions bloom round the bend Seekers, lost in their quest Ghosts of friends frolic Under the waning moon It is the year of death Wielding his instruments Stealth sovereign reaper Touching us with ease Infecting the roots in an instant Burning crop of disease I am just a spectator An advocate documenting the loss Fluttering with conceit This doesn't concern me yet Still far from the knell Taunting their bereavement Mob round the dead Point fingers at the details Probing vomits for more Caught in unbridled suspense We have all lost it now Catching the flakes of dismay Born the travesty of man Regular pulse midst pandemonium You're plucked to the mass Parched with thirst for the wicked Sick liaisons raised this monumental mark The sun sets forever over Black Water Park

The summer breeze Made ripples on the pond And rattled through the reeds And the willow trees beyond Daddy in his good hat And Mamma in her sunday dress Watched with pride as I stood there In the water up to my chest And the preacher spoke About the cleansing blood As I sank my toes Into that cool East Texas mud Then it was down with the old man Up with the new Raised to walk in The ways of light and truth I didn't see no angels Just a few saints on the shore But I felt like a new born baby Cradled up in the arms of the Lord Amazing grace Oh, how sweet the sound There was glory in the air There was dinner on the ground And my sins which were many Were washed away and gone Along with a buffalo nickel I forgot to leave at home That semed like such a small Small price to pay For the blessed peace of mind That came to me that day It was down with the old man Up with the new Raised to walk in The way of light and truth I didn't see no angels Just a few saints on the shore But I felt like a new born baby Cradled up in the arms of the Lord This road is long and dusty Sometimes a soul it must be cleansed And I long to feel that water Rushing over me again I didn't see no angels Just a few saints on the shore But I felt like a new born baby Cradled up in the arms of the Lord I felt like a new born baby Cradled up in the arms of the Lord

The moon The stars Your voice Open your eyes