Exodus Lyrics

Son! Trough the concrete sea you run

Firing your holy gun

Looking for your holy land

All you are and ever will

A saint inside your head

See the puppet for what it is

It's pulse is way to weak

I am a prophet

I am a God

So bare your souls

On the subway walls

I have heaven waiting

Pick the one you crave

The Pied Piper's waiting

Follow him...

So little time, so many souls

Not even close to overdose

I am a prophet

A neon God

So bare your souls

On the subway walls

If life is no more than recreation

Let's dance upon the edge

If all we have is dread and terror

Let's jump into our graves!

If you're the one who knows the answer

I'll buy your life if you will sell

Dead are you before you say

Dead am I before I pay

So little time, so many souls

Not even close to overdose

When! The dawn is drawn from the city ground

From your mind you run

Never mind that gun

Never mind my son

All you are and ever will

A saint inside your head

See the puppet for what it is

It's pulse is way to weak