Counting bodies like sheep to the rhythm of the war drums.
Angelspit - “Wreak Havoc”
Lyrics:
“Brutal acts of sapiens leave Jehovah in disgust
creative acts of clever monkeys leaves the devil envious
Add up all of Hades’ blessings Total all of heavens’ curse
Let you know we’ve done it better Horrifically we did it worse
I am the 6th son of the 6th son of the 6th son I am the borged again son of war
Technology’s child, daughter of rebellion, son of a bitch blossom of a whore
I am a god-killing virus, destruction with 8 arms, monster with seven severed heads
I am the son of mars, cleansed with infected blood, vile disease walking on 2 legs
The devil made me do it
Wreak Havoc (Right now right now RIOT NOW/ Unleash hell)
dirty human gone insane Outshadows any part of Hell
Hope and horror mixed in blood a seething mass out of control
Our shining future in revolt while senile gods are in retreat
Left right wrong right Makes the heavens obsolete
I am beyond god I am human I am the razor blade on the communion tray
I am a freak in control not a control freak, I am the sheep that got away,
I am burning but never consumed, determined with nothing to lose
I am who I am who I am who I am who am I?
pretty girl pretty boy pretty insane pretty fucked up
Made real put into action, surgically atoned to perfection
Made flesh, son of bland, fuck your plans for redemption”
“A night in City is like wandering in the wilderness.
A true jungle with vines and animals that snag
the careless and unwary.”
City was alive. Not perhaps in the usual sense of the word… no, it was alive like that, too. There was a feel in the air, of hunger, of lust, of light and life. Anything one wanted could be found somewhere, whether it was a night of dining and dancing, or a night spent on a sodden mattress, gazing at visions of purple ponies. Each had its ups and downs.
There was no good or evil, simply a price and those willing to pay it.
“But, not every Mage can cast spells.” It was a question.
“Yes,” Goldwyn paused to consult his seating chart, “Kris, it is true that not every Mage in the City can cast spells. Not everyone seems to be able to establish a personal enough relationship with God that he will aid them.” He paused. “You may sit down now, Kris.”
Kris dropped to his seat, missed and hit the floor. Blushing furiously, he regained his seat and stared straight ahead, not acknowledging the laughter of his classmates. Goldwyn was chuckling under his breath and searching through his notes on the desk.
