Wasteland

• The Mission
• God’s Own Medicine

(I still believe in God, but God no longer believes in me)

There’s a crystal view from my window

And I can see years to come

I live for the burn and the sting of pleasure

I live for the sword, the steel, and the gun

I can tear down the walls, storm them barricades

Run to the place where the frightened crawl

Desire lurks beyond good and evil

So dance on the graves where the hammer falls

Over this land

All over this wasteland

Over this land

All over this wasteland

You can touch, but please keep your distance

You’re innocent and pure and with no shame

The spirit is willing, and the flesh is graved

Your teasing your torment with the pleasure of pain

Heaven and Hell, I know them well

But I haven’t yet made my choice

My feelings dead ‘cause I’m shouting loud

And no one can hear my voice

Walking the tightwire, can’t look down

Strung out high, above you all

Faithful wind blows through this land

Howls my name, Hell is my fall