Rouzee - Prophet of All

from REBOOT by The 1916

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Your blood as my paint
For the work of your saint
The wrong chords find
A place in his mind

All sweat supersede
For he knows the lord's creed
"How art thou fallen from heaven"
But now the depths are his blessing

Wash away the filth,
the guilt, and let it fall
Down the drain, the pain,
the rain, the evergrowing
Hatred for the ones who
love and live their lives
blessed without them seeing
the grim reality

I make you spill your blood,
to flood, my only given
Gift, the rift, the shift in space
that makes me want to
Make you worlds new words
new days, new ways to show you
What I
see

"How art thou cut down to the
ground which didst
weaken the nations!"
Your saint and your lord hide their

voices in the record
Then my face will be painted
with blood on the infuriated
And it's his power's recall

For I am prophet of all

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from REBOOT, released May 25, 2018

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