I walk a fine line ablazed a maze
They say I'm crazed to give praise in this day in age
And ways if the world - to phase the snakes and slaves
And its apparent to the uniherently saved
In this world of rage
We hypocrites when the bigger picture gets posed
Its the Christian militia men against Islamic liquor stores
Its souls getting bitter frozen - its hit or miss or chosen
Him livin it, supposin, knowin nobody knows for certain
Behold this ship afloatin - admist this row its pitchin postin ocean
Sittin too sick for bolstin and pitchin
To get around these degrees of magnitute
Degrees of latitude
Who's deciding my fate
Is it Him, me, or you?

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