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Mekos - Nothingness 1 (Blues)

Ch Soft is the wind that blows Warm is the blood that flows As they grasp for the nothingness In their nakedness they are exposed. Trapped between light and dark They remain grey from the very start As they grasp for the nothingness None shall rise , all shall fall As they wait for death that looms them all V1 For all have sinned and fallen Reaching for the innocent , They are callin A name above names , they abuse. To cover their sins , they misuse. Blasphemy is to drink innocent blood Heresy is to Leave the homeless starving in the mud They wear robes of white as saints Yet they want every dollar for their bank. The nothingness they spread is ashamed Pointing their finger at the cross they blame.. Ch Soft is the wind that blows Warm is the blood that flows As they grasp for the nothingness In their nakedness they are exposed. Trapped between light and dark They remain grey from the very start As they grasp for the nothingness None shall rise , all shall fall As they wait for death that looms them all V2 There is none righteous, no not one.. As they spit in the face of my beloved son They are luke warm and will be spit into the fire Or made to dwell and rot in the mire. Outside they are as David , holy and righteous Inside they are as David, lustful and unrighteous They call my name day and night , Their sins are the smell of death that I dislike. From nothingness they were made To nothingness they return in the grave.... Ch Soft is the wind that blows Warm is the blood that flows As they grasp for the nothingness In their nakedness they are exposed. Trapped between light and dark They remain grey from the very start As they grasp for the nothingness None shall rise , all shall fall As they wait for death that looms them all Soft is the wind that blows Warm is the blood that flows As they grasp for the nothingness In their nakedness they are exposed. Trapped between light and dark They remain grey from the very start As they grasp for the nothingness None shall rise , all shall fall As they wait for death that looms them all Bridge I formed you from dust and breath of My own You crowned yourselves gods upon stolen thrones You carved out empires from the weak and the poor Then begged Me for mercy while you made even more You traded My covenant for silver and fame You murdered My prophets while wearing My name You built up your temples on rivers of blood Then asked why the heavens refuse you their flood Now hear Me — the Judge, not the myth you create The scales are unbalanced, your hearts are too late The nothing you worship will answer your call When the truth comes down… and your kingdoms all fall (Ch - slow and whispered ) Soft is the wind that blows Warm is the blood that flows As they grasp for the nothingness In their nakedness they are exposed. Trapped between light and dark They remain grey from the very start As they grasp for the nothingness None shall rise , all shall fall As they wait for death that looms them all