The Tattoo Of Caine

Infidel, so haughty in your ignorant ways

Do you not see the love that is there for you

Created by the spilling of fated blood

Glorify for me now what is in you that is so great

Watch closely as no light shines through the haze

Wake up and realize that your life is a mess

A tangle of heartache and bloodloss

You don't even know that you are the one dying

Giving over to your desires of the flesh

Your eyes point to evil and you take it all in

Like a house full of thieves, you do the waltz of the blind

Letting madness run loss in your heart

All that is good within your soul is passing away in sickness

In health you started and grew tired of the game

Passing the righteous path for one of shame

It all feels good for a little while until you begin to pass away

Just when the disease hits the inside the outside falls dead

My love for you is one where the upright hammer will fall

Casting out your demons, the darkness before you eyes

Come home to the new life that's been waiting

For as I look at you now you are still locked in bondage

You were given the key long ago yet you remain

There is a path that was made for you

Where you were destined to grow into a man

Forever a little boy, a child alone and afraid
Lashing out in vengence but to who only you know

Now your face is covered in tears

Tattooed by your own hand, out comes the mark of Caine

Placing american sheets on your deathbed

You begin to dig your own grave

Like so many times and people before

You've fallen to their fate, one that is not your own

Give up on the murder of other's souls

This life is not your own, the temple has come undone

Defiled by the hands of wickedness

The holy of holy's has been stained with heaten blood

Giving part of yourself in each killing time and again

Life bearing actions only cause death among the innocent

Taken by the hand and lead to you

A choice must be made about the action you take

Will you play and help them slip farther into the lake of fire

Or will you lend that helping hand that they all seek?

Let your words be true and put away the gun

That weapon of old made from flesh and blood

Covered in lust it has been used to slay so many

Put back the sword and live by the vows of correctness