Blasted


Are you really that ready for a time of great peace,
or do you really want to go to war for it?
Are you really that ready for a life filled with sweat,
And do you really want to go to heaven yet?
Are you really that ready for the earths' sonic end?
And do you want to start it all over again?

I see my footprints blasted by your fires night.
I see an order in chaos' blight.
I see all darkness transfused into light
I see dark souls lifted in faith from fright
I see my path leading towards Heavens heights

Blasted, now blasted, now blasted again
My soul is set free from the blasting of sin.


Copyright 2003 by pauly hart