And truth hurts in the heart of a liar
Dressed in a prostitute\'s gold;
Salty lilies stain within the teeth
The harshness is of a feather
Behold the negative tendencies
Chasing down broken dreams
All across the boulevard they scream,
So where is the child with the golden teeth
Jumping on butterflies and holy things?
For salty lilies can kill a child
Bearing forth the souls of others...
Salty lilies make me squeam
The houses across the street have folded
Oh where is the heart\'s dying breath
When the world is squeaming again?
You solid souls of ruin,
You solid souls of treason...
Where is the money for the drugs you scheme?
Where are the lovers blue?
Patriotically, there is no loss; except words
For words fall upon deaf ears
All the time;
Descending slaves fall to these salty lilies
Battling racism and other demons
Erratically the politics don\'t come easy
As houses fall at the seams
Crushing the poor folks\' souls
And money don\'t give a damn about the poor,
For the poor lose...let them tell it
But these salty lilies make us feel lovely
I want to feel lovely all the time...
Behold the church that\'s falling apart as well
Behold the preacher that is dying
For the wise and the wicked fall every time
Jesus walks upon a hill;
Bear my cross, along with my soul
Bear my feet in the sky
For America is falling, deeper and deeper
Am I my brother\'s keeper?
No weapon formed against me shall prosper
For Jesus lays to rest my heart
And my heart is in spirit forevermore
Let the tears fall down from the sky
As salty lilies
Come to a close,
For my birthday is ruined by the masses
And hail to the masses...for they kill all
Is loneliness my only prerogative?
For the poor lose their soul
And the homeless die;
What is left for the empath here?
Take me to church, Jesus; for I need a prayer.
Incoherently, the masses feel the pain
Where is the soul food that gives us comfort?
His holy voice is all I hear,
Salty lilies are no more...
As drugs corrupt the earth, I stand still
My soul feels as if it\'s
Left in the field,
Of sugar and honey...I shall survive
Authentically I am alive;
For salty lilies are no good
They corrupt the soul, they corrupt the whole
Vast buildings run this place
Beware of the children, the children that scorn
For salty lilies have ruled the world
There is blood on my hands
And I know it is mine...
For I am healed from sinful flowers
For the devil and his possessions don\'t scare me
The streets are talking
For toxic woes are afloat.