Those times of old, you could call some belters,
Move cautiously with help from Heaven\'s helpers.
All of my life it feels like I\'ve been watched over,
More and more of these days are feeling colder.
Maniacs are ploughing cars into groups of people,
Some sort of possession, minds flowing with evil.
Loads of blood stains on a dirty white t-shirt,
How many of these kids are going out to hurt?
Listening to that wrong voice inside of their head,
Demons destroy and only want their energy fed.
Why not try and do what\'s right for a change?
Not judging but some are just overly strange,
Truth of this world is written on a Bible page.