Daylight Almighty (Group) (Ft. Kevlaar 7)

[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