Two-Headed Monster

it's easier to speak your mind when the world loves

what you have to say

oh they gyrate their way, they shout when they say:

"let us never see the day the sun sets on your heart."

but when i am alone in the dark i wonder where i've

been, i wonder where i'm going

is part of being strung along being helplessly

unknowing?

and what of the scoundrels who lead the sheep astray?

oh they question their masters, their parents and

pastors, and in the hereafter

they're steeped in the dark

and when i am alone, in my heart i wonder where they've

been and where they're going

is part of rebellion conceit of the unknowing?

is it difficult to speak your mind when the world hates

the things you have to say?

oh they screech and they bray, there is doubt and

dismay, may the sun set on this day

when you dragged all of them effortlessly straight into

the dark

while they where there they wondered:

what if the kings that we've put on their thrones

aren't really kings at all?

what if they should fall?

and all of the false gods that we're prostrated before

have no gracious reign in mind

what if we wake up to find ourselves coiled in their

ashes?

we will finally start to wonder what it is that we

should leave behind

we'll see the signs and realize there's never been a

better time to overthrow the principalities

in all our words, in all our deeds

and storm the gates of hell to show them they will not

prevail

if all our hopes and all our dreams fall on deaf ears

then let them see

the gates of hell will not prevail

and you've broken the chains on me

i needed to be vindicated for all of my frustrations

but dragging all my grievances was heavy as damnation

i don't need to feel so right, but I badly want to feel

alive

i'm done with a contest of wills

and i'm not afraid to die