if the devil shall steal my soul from me, tell him that im prepared for a fight...
if the lord shall come down while i sleep, tell him that my battle starts at night...
if the world shall come crashing down on my head, tell her its not the right time...
if the prophet comes preaching his news, tell him hes preaching to the wrong mind...
when the devil cowers before me, tell him that my battle against his kind is won...
when the lord appears before me, tell him that there is still so much to be done..
when the world is steady as she is, tell her that her blood boils babylon to zion...
when the prophet stands as tall as he can, tell him jehovah was the lamb of lions...
but should i speak to the devil, ill tell him to enjoy the little he has left to die...
but should i speak to god, ill tell him i failed, because success is a human lie...
but should i speak to the world, ill tell her that her scars make her beautiful to me...
but should i speak to the prophet, ill tell him that his life is so pitiful to see...
and if the devil shall steal my soul from me, lord knows he wont have it for long...
and if the lord shall come down while i sleep, i will rise from slumber to glory...
and if the world shall come crashing down on me, i will answer with poetry and song...
and if the prophet comes preaching his news, flying stones will end his sad story...

-stone the prophet-