Himsa

The Date Is Here

Himsa


Daunting colossus eve 
The door opens, expiration 
Hand fed
cyclical rotation 
Package pretty invitation 
Appease the retched
spiral nation 
Glass reflecting 
Image pending 
What does this mean
Hallowed be they name 
Spell this out for the lights 
Blinding me the same thing you love 
Kills you 
Now we are all one One in the
same 
Hole, we fell 
For the home coming 
Now we look at ourselves
Look at our ways 
Look at our waste 
ANd count down thedays 
Left to die in our shells 
We're gutted and cleaned 
Our hair is just
perfect DNA in our cells 
The blood in our veins is real Inhumane
Slaves to ourselves 
The image we made 
Of God 
We gave it all power
To make us repent 
On our knees 
All bets and all theories are off
No repreive 
No double 
No nothing 
Nothing left 
And nothing less
Then all we've been 
Stripped for all we're worth Gambled on a
pale horse 
And we lost 
Our image of 
God is a dead one 
This can't be happening Right now the date is here We are not ready 
When the stars begin to turn red 
We'll run and hide