Daylight

[Killah Priest] The blind folded sculpture, Quiet bomb bursts A rebel fall, Turn the ground black with sulfur Full Metal Jacket tactics, Galactica flyin over The silent screams of a die'n soldier He looks around to find his arm, His mind is gone The final closure of this soldier, But it's not over He sees a stream of fire, Breaks his flesh A swimming skeleton, He takes his breath The river takes him, His bones break some Upon the flame'n corals, Where crabs and sea shells boils Upon the rigid stone serpent's coil He tries to stare through his holes in his skull A dirty sea gull picks a dead fish from out his nose bone (Help me, Help me) While in the other place, Deep in white space The tables with nice plates, Wine and a vase It's golden, They say they grace the chosen A peaceful face, The olive grass, Give em a bath The sun washes his face, The prophet laughs washing the grapes A soft light of Him enters in, We all bright We drift through the wind, Of no confusion It's done, Which side you chose'n [Kevlaar 7] Dug a grave in his brain, blood stained his memory He laid lonely, his only soul forgiven Prison his dwelling until the shells started swelling Heat concluded once abused his windless lungs Confusing his journey between dirt and the sun Nameless men cleanse his hand of his gun A cage of unseen birds, left free in the dust Live boots run by, a vultures calling his bluff Waiting for the moments since his life's frozen Atonement, face stoned in the scavenger's wind The final breath, until embalming begins Calling the shadows his home when the daylight ends [Bronze Nazareth] Deepened skin, burgundy laced within Puzzled lights dim, hemorrhaged tissue underneath the brim And skull cap hiding, deteriorate faded hair patch Cold abscess, eye lashes flared like boat crashes Skin resemble cells of broken glasses He's frozen as time in, diamond Rolex Those who watch his soul divided from this physical essence Realize without both eyes the crows came for collection Staring at the stairs of heaven, the brain's dead end Weak veins turn to ash, syringes hit the capillaries Dosage varies for this airborne float like Ferris His raw elbow; lay in the basins of oppression Zombie like organisms whose symptom's exposed Now receiving bites from mites who bend and burrow Knuckles ripe, tissues stiffen by the time we see light This throws us, but notice how we walk, real pain Electrical message to the brain predict he'll meet Cobain Dormant until unknown lights told him the way home His sixth sense; sees his father write ghostly poems As he floats toward the underground They plot his gravesite The theater made of clouds, no chance for stage fright!