Guru's Call to War - Nobrac

There's a power in your voice, or is it? Send, send a telepathic thought Like a lightning rod In the distant blue Smiling like you do I will not disappear When I hear my baby call When I hear my baby call When I hear my baby call No matter what No matter what There's an easy way to test you suspicion Do you only hang around if there's a dollar in it? Mr. Generous laid out with mistrust They will not sleep away When I hear my baby call When I hear my baby call When I hear my baby call No matter what No matter what No matter what No matter what More than anger, more than shame The emotion that we long to understand In your fine happiness Can you hold on to it If it meant you'd lose control of everything else? When I hear my baby call When I hear my baby call When I hear my baby call No matter what No matter what No matter what No matter what When I hear my baby call Reach out to me, reach out to me When I hear my baby call Reach out to me, reach out to me When I hear my baby call No matter what No matter what No matter what No matter what Reach out, reach out to me Reach out to me Reach out, reach out to me Reach out to me, reach out to me Reach out to me Reach out to me Reach out to me

Am I of God or Satan or an obsidian hemisphere? Am I the fated sovereign or sanctitude inverse? Consider the great solitude of the truly liberated man Set forth to raze frail humanity once again Am I to act alone? If so, I'll draw blood from stone Am I to act alone? If so, I'll be the thundering tremor to whip the storm Why are we such tender flesh under blackening skies? Are we defenceless prey in a predator's eye? Can we stay stalwart in the face of fated tragedy? Are we to remain subjugated by fictitious morality? Am I to act alone? If so, I'll separate the meat from bone Am I to act alone? If so, I shall be the herald of reckoning's swarm Host of the ones condemned Dethrone god malevolent Hear the cannons roar We are off to war Uncrowned he with reins adorned Blacken the icon We for whom no god shall mourn Off to war Am I of God or Satan or an obsidian hemisphere? Am I the fated sovereign or sanctitude inverse? Consider the great solitude of the truly liberated man Set forth to raze frail humanity once again