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Metal Church

I ride alone, the wasteland that I cross Will take another life, we'll take another loss I feel the dry wind, dust is in my eyes The arctic cold at night

The war is over The crypt we now taste In the late 1900's, there is no human race We split the planet with atomic birth Man has died We seal the

Extended hand a friendly man who doesn't trust a soul I wonder why that meeting eyes could put your life on hold Do people feel humanity is something

Black scared and bleeding From the lashes to my soul I chose to stand my ground Not do as i was told Thinking like mindless sheep These people were

[K. Vanderhoof / R. Munroe] Dreams of the dark embracing me, these thoughts I can't control Searching for light to set me free, from my troubled soul

On the pedestal you stand of promises to keep I can make the changes and keep you off the streets I will never let you down together we can win All I

I hear it in a minstrel wind It's crying out the tune Of a prophet's only hope to tell the world He wrote it down it on parchment But alas, no one believes

So now I've told you time after time Jump to conclusions when you make up your mind Is this the road you want to be on You'll find out soon that it's

In an act of desperation, he put a gun to his head In his mind confusion, nothing but delusion Thinking he was better off dead No one to be his savior