Holy Terror - No Resurrection Lyrics
(Deen/Kilfelt)Point counterpoint,the decending line, the human race' spiritual umbilical cordPath of the dead, the light at the end of the tunnelA compost beep, natures furtile upkeepThe decision, the choice, the agonizing fear of sinningThe leering lustful wanton thingA romantic heart in all it's bitter bondageActions of a sort that's unforseenNo Resurrection, unless you want it to go onNo right or wrong, no up or downFeelings of pity of Hell fire's wrathDenying the reckless ambition of lifeThe trial of living, the veil of ego's conceitThinking one is ordained to control over men's destiniesHungry obsession to be bigger than everyoneTbe hallway is long and it waits like the Twilight ZoneThe self righteous fool thought be played by the rulesThe tortured rich entombed with all their jewelsAnd the transient men who have all been condemnedBut a heart burns brighter in many of themPoint counterpoint,T .V. church school, parents, streets all with their diseaseWhat can be learned that is not knownEverybody's yelling, nobody's tellingSomebody's selling bad answers who's really qualifiedRules, regulations, soul's inquisitionMust I, should I, fear for my lifeStanding sentinel waits at the doorwayPatiently watching the gateway tonightNo Resurrection, unless you walk into the sunNo right or wrong, no up or downFeelings of pity of Hell fire's wrathDenying the reckless ambition of lifePoint counterpoint,the developing soul, the primitive cold age old experimentHumanity screams the survival of an endangered speciesPlot in the Earth replanting the garden of loveRules, regulations, soul's inquisitionMust I, should I, fear for my lifeStanding sentinel waits at the doorwayPatiently watching the gateway tonightNo Resurrection, unless you want it to go onNo right or wrong, no up or downFeelings of pity of Hell fire's wrathDenying the reckless ambition of lifeThe trial of living the veil of ego's conceitThinking one is ordained to control over men's destiniesHungry obsession to be bigger than everyoneThe hallway is long and it waits like the Twilight ZoneThe self righteous fool thought he played by the rulesThe tortured rich entombed with all their jewelsAnd the transient men who have all been condemnedBut a heart bums brighter in many of them
