The Possession of Saul Stone's Soul
Frustration has led to Hate
A quiet walk down Mill road
Clear my head with air
Cleanse this body of fear.
At the Shoal waters edge
Skimming stones in my head
Stumbled home more than once
Returning from an ounce
You're sitting under the gun
Don't fucking cross my line
Of blood and medicine
Where the cure fits the time
You're mine, you're mine (x2)
Back to the breeding place of Hate
Stubborn men pushing buttons again
Throw stones, and Jesus in vain
Control the fear, endure the pain
And to follow suffering
The loss of sobriety
And back to this place
That has brought out this taste.
You're mine, still mine (x2)
Abuse has brought out this Hate
The pure fear of leaving
Those who note existence
Regardless of the reason
At the waters edge
Of sure ignorance
Remain hateful thoughts bleeding
The blood of fear and beatings
You're mine, still mine,
blood's mine, still mine
