James Byrd

The Hunted Heretic (When I Was Young)

James Byrd


When I was young I was a heretic 
The ripe goat to kick took-on their power trip 
I was infection to them an outcast dog 
The hunted martyr I destroyed their God 

Take in the air while you can breathe 
as I am now soon you will be Hunted 

But now that I'm dead I can speak my mind 
The blind see the dead but they don't know our kind 

See... Take-in the sights while you can see 
All that you are will cease to be 

Everyone is dead 

Everyone she was is gone to the stake 
All her glory an empty fake 
Drunk with blood she went Heaven sent 
All the children starve just to pay her rent 

Babylon is fallen she has crushed them all 
All... A counterfeit to dread all her love is dead 
Kneel... Down to your knees to those who kneel; 
Now... You�re wiser than me you make me feel Hunted