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Belief about creator
Some say openly, "I don't know,"
Some build elevators
To take the chosen few
Who can afford the scenic view
To the top of some big tower
Looking out on fields of blue
Walking clouds on caves of emptiness
That fall around their minds
To flirt openly with vapor
And the trail it leaves behind
Fences fly and sidewalks cry
Concerning our creator
Turning loose the butterfly
That ate the alligator
Picking up its open-ended
Holographic roots
It moved out to the tower
To look down on me
Blood And Fire
Blood, blood, blood; blood and fire
Blood, blood, blood; blood and fire
There is no more water to out the fire
There is no more water to out the fire
Let it burn, let it burn
Let it burn, burn burn
Blood, blood, blood; blood and fire
Blood, blood, blood; blood and fire
Judgement has come and mercy has gone (mercy come and gone)
Ooh, weak hearts shall lick up and spit up (weakheart must get lick up)
Judgement has come and mercy has gone (judgement time is here)
Ooh, weak hearts shall lick up and spit up (weakheart must get sick up)
Let it burn, let it burn
Let it burn, burn burn (mercy gone)
Blood, blood, blood; blood and fire
Rasta Hail!
Blessed is the weed, the healing of all nations in every corner of the earth
Blessed are the fields of sensimillia that enlighten and erich our soul
Blood and fire mek it burn bredren
All weak hearts shall lick up and spit up
And all righteous shall stand
Hail, Rasta hail and wail (rastafari)
Hail Rasta don't quail (we not quail)
Let it burn, burn burn
Let it burn, burn burn