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I see Muhammad at the end of his lifethe devil burned escaping his mouthhe had sung the sweetest song to meand I see Vietnam collecting our bloodand John's reflection in the black wallhe was sad, but he was finally freeand I see four horsemen, four prophets four arms of a cross leaning upon youyou were spending all your Sunday's countingand I see twenty demons for every manwho falls asleep next to his fortuneyou must know, he must know, I am stoneand I'm messing with a blue skin boywho's boiling veins are full with rivers of disbeliefand I'm talking to the ten foot manwith the axe in his handfor some reason he knows meI see Babylon passed out on the floordon't know whether I should wake himhis alarm is ringing out my ear drumsI see six directions all at one timeand seven sleepers now surround mea hundred years of never knowing what it's likeSongtextemy memory is a no good cheatit's full of crescent green that started to stain my tonguenow I'm looking for a sunburned Godwith a straight-eyed shotyea, he owes me some favorswell I see corporations buying our soulsputting heaven out of businessanything to kill the competitionand I see eleven year olds waiving their gunsfighting wars their fathers startedjust trying to make an honest livingand I see twenty years inside of this trenchpassing time and dodging bulletswell it's fine if you can take the violencebut I'll see death before I see any restmaybe that's the way it should beso I think it's best to just cover my eyes Aus Songtexte Mania