Saturday, September 9

Power and Sacrifice.
(michael gira)

I want power

because it feels good.
I want power,
I'll wash America with blood.
I want power,
a clear blue light in the sky.
I feel power,
running through my veins and out my eyes
and into empty, godforsaken minds without reality.
I feel power.
I feel a sacrifice.
I am dead to right or wrong.

I want power,
just like our father knew.
I want power
I'll put my hands in you.
I want power,
though the earth is lost and spinning.
I feel power,
buried in the ground where twenty million
died like heroes stealing this same power that I'm feeling.

I feel power.
I feel a sacrifice.
Now my blood is feeling clean.
And I feel the power burning like a spear inside of me.
I feel good.
I feel right.

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