Highway To Hell by Nicholas Boldock

The highway to Hell is paved over with gold And the stairway to Heaven is beaten and worn The soldiers of justice have begun to look old And the heart of the darkness is crippled and torn Where the maggots of conscience are eating away The skin bears the marks of the lies that were true Now the face in the mirror reflecting the day The flesh on your bones began to turn blue. For the Sun has been scarred by the arrows of hate And the moon cannot orbit for fear of assault Remember the people who told you to wait If you'd listened to them it would not be your fault Still hungry for glory you head for the east The infidel stormtrooper marching to war No wounds can disguise the grey face of the Beast No political soundbite can level the score.

The evil inside you will torture us all And beaten like dogs we will bark the same tune While we watch you direct with your back to the wall And tell us "Don't worry, it'll be over soon" Your body is twisted, your conscience deceased Your vestments are stained with the blood of the Son You crushed underfoot the idea of peace And ground it to dust with the butt of your gun. As the flames licked the clouds you were down on your knees A pen and ink drawing of hatred as man Deranged and deluded, insane and diseased While the last revolution had broken your hands. The murderous demons of Capital Hill Gathered like vultures round the corpse of a child Despite your disguises we see through you still And we know of the evil you cradle inside. © Nicholas Boldock 2002.

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