I Am He Who Is Called I AM (Lyrics)

Blood shot skies ring out raptures song Stealing away the gaze of blood shot eyes The brooding horizon is giving birth to Four horsemen decked in thee piece suites Where's your lord and savior now!? He's skippin' out on the bill Rendering us thieves in his own form He's gone back to the drawing board Penthouse at the Holy Holiday Inn But keep looking in the barrels of battalions And the ramparts bursting overhead Modern accessories of divine intervention For the enlightened era We've been blessed We pray through disconnected lines The operator can't reach us through these swirling skies Take up arms in defense of our white collar Babylon White collar Babylon Loft apartments and corner offices stacked like stove-lengths Across purple mountains majesty Spark it with your gluttonous impatience We've been rushing to an end We don't give a fuck about the means These roots are claiming me My bodies just a seed Come and save me Hold on for as long as you can My hands make pockets in the dirt and the sand We built an empire and sent it off to sea Just to sink the ships We sink ships