Songtexte:
Face Down Holy Rage

of flies In holy wars where people still die So as god fills your hollow mind I will st my own rules of life Body of christ Holy rage "Thou shalt not

out,.. I was something like Thomas, I landed my hand on my doubt Got my hands to the plough, not my hands to the gun I thought I was down, let me tell

n'roll bands That face off against each other out in the street down in Jungleland In the parking lot the visionaries dress in the latest rage Inside

the wind in your face To heaven you rise in a holy embrace Your feet on the ground your head in the clouds And you're wondering if you're never coming down

legs forgettin to hold me, I gotta sit down, my disbelief's completely erased, I felt displaced, A salty taste builds up as tears run down my face, While

down the drain Feeling drained from the maimed Mutilated, diseased, disastered, deficient and dead Raging waves with no name Raining pain, distorted face

yo' ass like syphillis A fast brother you're just a lover with a sore hand I freeze MC's as if Frosty the Snowman No man withstands the pain I bring So face

, pad mark, sparks spin a quake nuclear blast Heavy on the cash, gimme what it takes now Rage, rock, roll, fight Brawl, fall, rumble Rage, rock, roll

So I beat my retreat down collister street To one of my holy places And they tangled my wings with wire and string But I'm spinning in a whirlpool of faces