The Core Theme: Authentic Love as Liberation from Religious, Political, and Domestic Coercion

This song is a bold prophetic declaration that stands at the intersection of theology, justice, and human dignity. It confronts one of the most serious distortions of both religion and relationship — the weaponization of authority to control, oppress, and silence. It refuses to be politically cautious, religiously diplomatic, or selectively courageous. Like the Hebrew prophets before it, it names names, confronts systems, and calls the world to account — anchored in one of the most powerful statements in all of Scripture:

"Perfect love drives out fear." — 1 John 4:18

Section by Section Breakdown

"From Jonestown to Mecca apostasy means death / False prophets using force to coerce and oppress"

The song opens with a sweeping historical and geopolitical indictment of religious coercion — and it is deliberately specific in its targets.

Jonestown — the 1978 mass tragedy where over 900 people died under the cult leadership of Jim Jones — represents the most catastrophic extreme of false Christian prophetic authority. Jones used Scripture, community, and love-language to build a total control apparatus that ended in mass death. Jesus warned of precisely this:

"Watch out for false prophets. They come to you in sheep's clothing, but inwardly they are ferocious wolves." — Matthew 7:15

Mecca — the spiritual center of Islam — is paired with Jonestown deliberately and without apology. The song draws a direct moral equivalence between coercive cult religion and state-enforced Islamic apostasy law. This is not a fringe concern or poetic exaggeration. In classical Islamic jurisprudence under Sharia law, apostasy — the act of leaving Islam — has historically carried the death penalty under several major schools of Islamic law including Hanbali, Maliki, Shafi'i, and Hanafi traditions. Today this is legally enforced in countries including Saudi Arabia, Iran, Afghanistan under Taliban rule, Pakistan, Qatar, Yemen, and Mauritania.

The song is theologically correct in identifying this as a profound contradiction to any authentic claim of being a religion of peace or freedom. The God of the Bible explicitly rejects coerced faith. Revelation 3:20 pictures Jesus knocking at a door — waiting to be invited in. He does not break the door down.

"They say there's no compulsion you're free to leave / But the smell of the Kool-Aid makes it hard to believe"

"No compulsion" is a direct and knowing reference to Quran 2:256 — "There is no compulsion in religion" — one of the most frequently cited verses by Muslim apologists defending Islam as a religion of tolerance and freedom.

The song calls this out as functionally hollow when placed alongside apostasy laws carrying death penalties, blasphemy laws used to imprison and execute dissenters, and social and family structures where leaving Islam means total ostracism, loss of inheritance, forced divorce, and in many cases physical danger.

"Drinking the Kool-Aid" — an idiom born directly from Jonestown — represents blind, coerced, or manipulated allegiance to a system or leader. The song uses it with devastating precision. Just as Jim Jones told his followers they were free while building a system from which escape was virtually impossible, many Islamic political systems proclaim no compulsion while constructing legal, social, and physical walls that make leaving catastrophically costly.

This is also the spirit of spiritual manipulation within Christianity — systems that claim to offer freedom while constructing invisible cages of guilt, shame, social ostracism, and fear. Paul confronted this directly:

"It is for freedom that Christ has set us free. Stand firm, then, and do not let yourselves be burdened again by a yoke of slavery." — Galatians 5:1

True faith cannot be coerced. The moment any system — Christian, Islamic, or otherwise — requires fear to maintain allegiance, it has departed from the God who is love.

"A thousand lashes from the moral thought police / Imprisoned in a cage with no date of release"

"A thousand lashes" is not merely poetic imagery. This is almost certainly a direct reference to the case of Raif Badawi — a Saudi blogger sentenced in 2014 to ten years in prison and 1,000 lashes for insulting Islam through his liberal blog. The first 50 lashes were administered publicly in 2015, causing global outrage. Saudi Arabia's Committee for the Promotion of Virtue and Prevention of Vice — the Mutaween or religious police — literally functioned as a moral thought police with authority to arrest, detain, and punish citizens for perceived moral and religious infractions.

But the "moral thought police" also describes legalistic religious authority within Christianity — systems that monitor, judge, and punish not just behavior but thought, conscience, and questioning. This is the spirit of the Pharisees, who transformed the liberating Torah of God into an oppressive surveillance apparatus. Jesus said of such systems:

"They tie up heavy, cumbersome loads and put them on other people's shoulders, but they themselves are not willing to lift a finger to move them." — Matthew 23:4

"Imprisoned in a cage with no date of release" operates on three simultaneous and equally powerful levels:

Level 1 — The Literal Sharia Law Prison In nations governed by Islamic law, those who question, criticize, or attempt to leave the faith face literal imprisonment with no guaranteed release date. Raif Badawi sat in a Saudi prison for years with no clear end to his sentence. Asia Bibi, a Pakistani Christian woman, spent eight years on death row under Pakistan's blasphemy laws before finally being acquitted. Dissidents in Iran, apostates in Afghanistan, and bloggers across the Islamic world have experienced open-ended detention — cages with no date of release — simply for exercising freedom of thought and conscience. The cage is real, the bars are iron, and the jailer is the state acting in the name of religion.

Level 2 — The Literal Cage of Jonestown Jim Jones constructed Jonestown in the Guyanese jungle precisely to make escape physically impossible. Members who attempted to leave were hunted down and forcibly returned. Armed guards patrolled the perimeter. Informants reported dissent. Letters were censored. The community was deliberately isolated from the outside world. When Congressman Leo Ryan arrived to investigate and members attempted to leave with him, Jones ordered their murder at the airstrip. The cage had no date of release — and for 918 people, death became the only exit. Jonestown was not metaphorically a cage. It was literally one — constructed in a jungle, surrounded by armed guards, with a madman holding the key.

Level 3 — The Psychological and Spiritual Cage Beyond the literal prisons of Sharia states and cult compounds, the song speaks to the invisible cage that religious abuse constructs in the human soul. Survivors of cult systems, abusive church leadership, and coercive religious environments often describe feeling trapped long after physically leaving — the cage of fear, shame, conditioned thinking, and spiritual trauma travels with them. There is no release date on complex religious trauma. The bars are made of internalized shame, distorted theology, and the terrifying sense that God Himself is the jailer. This psychological imprisonment is as real and as devastating as any physical cell.

All three levels — the Sharia prison, the Jonestown jungle compound, and the invisible cage of spiritual abuse — are contained within that single devastating line. True pastoral care, rooted in Christ, is about opening every kind of cage — physical, political, psychological, and spiritual. Jesus announced His own mission in precisely these terms:

"He has sent me to proclaim freedom for the prisoners and recovery of sight for the blind, to set the oppressed free." — Luke 4:18

"Political bullies, claiming licentious crimes / Hate on love, blood stoned, red stained Valentines"

"Blood stoned, red stained Valentines" is one of the most theologically layered and multi-dimensional images in the entire song. To fully understand it requires unpacking three distinct but interconnected realities:

Layer 1 — Stoning for LoveStoning (rajm) is a prescribed punishment in classical Islamic jurisprudence for adultery. While not explicitly in the Quran, it is found in Hadith literature and has been legally practiced in Iran, Saudi Arabia, Afghanistan under the Taliban, parts of Nigeria under Sharia law, and Somalia under Al-Shabaab. The Valentine — a universal symbol of romantic love — is stained red not with passion but with blood, with violence enacted in the name of moral purity. Love itself becomes a capital offense.

Layer 2 — Valentine's Day Banned by Islam Valentine's Day is explicitly rejected and in many cases officially banned in numerous Muslim-majority countries and communities. This is not a fringe position — it represents mainstream Islamic scholarly and institutional opinion. Countries and regions that have officially banned or heavily restricted Valentine's Day include Saudi Arabia — where the religious police historically raided shops, confiscated red roses, and arrested people for celebrating — Pakistan, where in 2017 the Islamabad High Court banned Valentine's Day celebrations in public spaces ruling it contrary to Islamic teachings, Iran, Malaysia, Indonesia, and Afghanistan under Taliban rule.

Islamic scholars who reject Valentine's Day cite several grounds — it is considered bid'ah (forbidden religious innovation), it constitutes tashabbuh (forbidden imitation of non-believers), it promotes forbidden mixing of unmarried men and women, and it encourages romantic expression outside of marriage. Saudi Arabia's Council of Senior Scholars declared it haram, stating it promotes immorality.

The red rose becomes contraband. The love letter becomes evidence of a crime. The very symbol of love is stained and destroyed by religious enforcement — which is precisely the image the songwriter captures. This adds an extraordinary dimension to the lyric — the Valentine is not merely metaphorically stained with blood. In nations where celebrating love is a punishable offense, the Valentine literally costs blood.

Layer 3 — The Moral Inversion The phrase "hate on love" now carries devastating specific meaning — a religious and political system that officially, institutionally, and legally hates on love — banning its symbols, punishing its expression, and in extreme cases executing people for it. This connects to the broader theological indictment: a system that bans the symbol of love, stones people for expressing love, and imprisons couples for celebrating love has produced the precise opposite of the God described in 1 John 4:8 —

"God is love."

It is also worth noting that the Bible contains an entire book dedicated to the celebration of romantic love — the Song of Solomon — written without apology, without shame, and with extraordinary poetic beauty. God does not ban the Valentine. He wrote one.

"I am my beloved's and my beloved is mine." — Song of Solomon 6:3

The contrast could not be more stark — a God who inspired poetry about romantic love versus political religious systems that deploy police to confiscate red roses.

The Bible's response to punitive, weaponized morality is the scene of the woman caught in adultery in John 8 — where Jesus, the only one truly qualified to cast a stone, refuses to do so and instead offers grace:

"Neither do I condemn you. Go now and leave your life of sin." — John 8:11

The stones of religious judgment were disarmed by the love of Christ. The song stands in that same tradition — declaring that love is not a crime worthy of death but the very nature of God Himself.

"Our arsenal is love, that's what we're singing about / Love's flame keeps burning long after the sun burns out"

"Our arsenal is love" is the theological counteroffensive of the entire song. In a world where religion has been used as a weapon of coercion, intimidation, and death, the song declares that the true weapon of the Kingdom of God is love. This is not a soft or sentimental statement — it is a radical reorientation of power.

Paul writes in 2 Corinthians 10:4:

"The weapons we fight with are not the weapons of the world. On the contrary, they have divine power to demolish strongholds."

The weapon that demolishes the strongholds of fear, coercion, and oppression is not political force, religious law, lashes, stoning, or imprisonment — it is agape love, the self-giving, unconditional love demonstrated in the cross of Christ.

"Love's flame keeps burning long after the sun burns out" is a stunning eschatological declaration. Paul makes the identical claim in 1 Corinthians 13:8:

"Love never fails. But where there are prophecies, they will cease; where there are tongues, they will be stilled; where there is knowledge, it will pass away."

Everything temporal — including the physical sun, including every earthly empire and religious political system — will end. Love, rooted in the eternal nature of God who is love (1 John 4:8), is the only force that outlasts creation itself. No Sharia court, no cult compound, no religious police force will survive into eternity. Love will.

"There's no intimidation in love" (Chorus)

This chorus is a direct theological declaration drawn from 1 John 4:18:

"There is no fear in love. But perfect love drives out fear, because fear has to do with punishment. The one who fears is not made perfect in love."

John's argument is precise and theologically devastating to every coercive religious and political system:

• Fear and love are mutually exclusive at their perfected states

• Where intimidation exists, love is absent or incomplete

• Where love is perfected, fear cannot survive

This applies with equal force to Jim Jones' Jonestown jungle compound, to Saudi Arabia's apostasy courts, to Pakistan's blasphemy prisons, to abusive church leadership, and to violent domestic relationships. Every system — without exception — that uses intimidation as a tool of control has, by definition, departed from the nature and character of God.

The chorus is not a feel-good refrain. It is a theological verdict rendered against every cage ever built in the name of religion.

"Domestic violence in the home, church, and mosque / Sacred treatment of women and girls forgone and lost"

The song courageously names three specific arenas of failure — home, church, and mosque — refusing to exempt any institution from accountability. This is prophetically significant. The church has not always been a safe place for women and the vulnerable. The mosque, in many cultural expressions, operates under Quran 4:34, which has been historically interpreted by many Islamic scholars to permit husbands to strike their wives as a disciplinary measure — a verse that remains deeply controversial and has been used to justify domestic abuse in Muslim-majority contexts.

The "sacred treatment of women and girls" points back to the original design of God. In Genesis 1:27, both male and female are created equally in the image of God. The subjugation, abuse, and disposal of women is not a reflection of God's design — it is a distortion of the Fall, and one that the Gospel of Christ came to begin reversing.

Paul's declaration in Galatians 3:28 shattered the social and religious hierarchies of the ancient world:

"There is neither Jew nor Gentile, neither slave nor free, nor is there male and female, for you are all one in Christ Jesus."

"But when real men love right, you'll find no maltreat / No sick cowards powering over the helpless and the weak"

"Sick cowards powering over the helpless" strips all pretense of honor or strength from abusive authority — whether a husband, a pastor, an imam, or a political ruler. Biblically, true masculine strength is defined not by domination but by sacrificial, protective love. Ephesians 5:25 does not call husbands to rule their wives — it calls them to love their wives as Christ loved the church — meaning unto self-giving death.

Abusive power is cowardice masquerading as strength. The religious police officer confiscating roses is not a man of honor. The imam issuing a fatwa against Valentine's Day is not protecting his community. The cult leader locking people in a jungle compound is not a shepherd. The husband striking his wife under a misread religious text is not a spiritual authority. The song calls all of it exactly what it is — sick cowardice — and the biblical standard of sacrificial manhood stands as its sharpest rebuke.

"There's no honor in killing, no good in FGM"

These two lines represent the song at its most prophetically confrontational — and its most necessary.

Honor killing — the murder of a family member, overwhelmingly women and girls, perceived to have brought shame to the family — is disproportionately concentrated in Muslim-majority societies and communities. The UN estimates approximately 5,000 honor killings per year globally, with the highest concentrations in Pakistan, Jordan, Iraq, Syria, Egypt, and among diaspora communities in Europe. The word "honor" is reclaimed and redefined by the song — there is no honor in killing. True honor protects the vulnerable. It does not execute them.

FGM (Female Genital Mutilation) — while not mandated by the Quran — is considered obligatory or recommended by several schools of Islamic jurisprudence, particularly the Shafi'i school. It is heavily practiced across Muslim-majority regions of East and West Africa, parts of the Middle East, and Southeast Asia. The WHO estimates over 200 million women and girls alive today have undergone FGM.

No appeal to cultural relativity, political sensitivity, or interfaith diplomacy changes the theological verdict: these practices violate the Imago Dei — the sacred dignity of every human being made in the image of God.

"So God created mankind in his own image, in the image of God he created them; male and female he created them." — Genesis 1:27

To mutilate or murder an image-bearer of God is to assault the image of God Himself.

"Perfect love cast out fear, so stand up and shout / Yes, love is the answer, so let's get the word on out"

The song explicitly quotes 1 John 4:18 and turns it into a call to action. Theological truth is not meant to be merely contemplated in safety — it is meant to be declared, lived out, and shouted from the rooftops even when doing so is costly, controversial, and dangerous.

This echoes Isaiah 58 — God's definition of true religion:

"Is not this the kind of fasting I have chosen: to loose the chains of injustice and untie the cords of the yoke, to set the oppressed free and break every yoke?" — Isaiah 58:6

Love without justice is sentiment. Justice without love is brutality. The song holds them together without apology — and calls every believer to do the same.

"Love rings down from heaven stop and hear the sound / Love is the answer friend sings mountain underground"

"Love rings down from heaven" is incarnational theology distilled to a single line. Love did not originate in human political movements, social reform, or religious legislation. It descended. It became flesh. It took on a name — Jesus Christ — who is the fullest, most complete expression of the love of God entering a world saturated with coercion, violence, and fear.

"For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son." — John 3:16

The giving of the Son is the ultimate anti-coercion act in human history. God does not force humanity to love Him back. He absorbs the violence of the world onto the cross, offers forgiveness to His executioners, and extends love freely — without compulsion, without threat, without a sword at the throat, and without a religious police force confiscating roses.

That is the sharpest possible contrast the song draws against every system — religious or otherwise — that rules by intimidation.

The Christian vs. Political Islam Theological Contrast

IssueChristianityPolitical IslamApostasyFreedom to leave — God draws, never compelsDeath penalty under classical ShariaWomen's dignityEqual image-bearers (Galatians 3:28)Unequal testimony, inheritance, and mobility in many traditionsBlasphemyGrace and truth (John 1:14)Criminal punishment including deathCoercionLove knocks, never forces (Revelation 3:20)State enforcement of religious complianceRomantic loveSong of Solomon — celebrated by GodValentine's Day banned, couples arrestedDomestic authoritySacrificial love (Ephesians 5:25)Quran 4:34 used to justify physical discipline of wivesHonorProtecting the vulnerableKilling the "shameful"The cageChrist sets prisoners free (Luke 4:18)Literal Sharia prisons / Jonestown compoundPerfect loveCasts out fear (1 John 4:18)Fear used as instrument of religious and social control

Complete Theological Summary Table

Song ImageTheological ParallelJonestownMatthew 7:15 — false prophets, wolves in sheep's clothingMecca / apostasy means deathClassical Sharia apostasy law — death for leaving IslamNo compulsion / Kool-AidQuran 2:256 exposed as functionally hollow under Sharia enforcementA thousand lashesRaif Badawi / Islamic blasphemy enforcementMoral thought policeMatthew 23:4 — Pharisaic burden-placing / Saudi MutaweenCage with no date of releaseLiteral Sharia prisons / Jonestown compound / psychological spiritual imprisonmentBlood stoned ValentinesRajm (stoning) + Valentine's Day banned across Muslim-majority nationsJohn 8 — woman caught in adulteryChrist disarming the stones of religious judgmentGod wrote a ValentineSong of Solomon — God's celebration of romantic loveArsenal of love2 Corinthians 10:4 — divine weapons demolishing strongholdsLove outlasts the sun1 Corinthians 13:8 — love never failsNo intimidation in love1 John 4:18 — perfect love casts out fearHome, church, and mosqueDomestic abuse confronted across all religious and cultural contextsSacred treatment of womenGenesis 1:27 / Galatians 3:28 — Imago Dei equalitySick cowards over the weakEphesians 5:25 — sacrificial not dominating loveNo honor in killingHonor killings in Muslim-majority communities — 5,000 per year globallyNo good in FGMShafi'i jurisprudence / 200 million victims globally — violation of Imago DeiLove rings down from heavenJohn 3:16 — the Incarnation as the ultimate anti-coercion act

Final Reflection

This song is prophetic justice music in the fullest biblical tradition. It does not sit comfortably in any politically safe space. It confronts cult Christianity, political Islam, abusive church leadership, honor violence, FGM, the banning of love itself, literal religious prisons, jungle cult compounds, and the invisible psychological cages of spiritual abuse — with equal prophetic force and without diplomatic exemption for any system, culture, or religion.

The cage with no date of release is perhaps its most complete image — simultaneously describing the Saudi prisoner flogged for blogging, the Jonestown member hunted down for attempting to flee, and the abuse survivor whose invisible bars travel with them decades after escape. All three are real. All three are condemned. And to all three, Christ speaks the same words He announced at the beginning of His ministry:

"He has sent me to proclaim freedom for the prisoners... to set the oppressed free." — Luke 4:18

The song's final answer is not a political platform, a social movement, or a legal reform — though it demands all of those things as fruit. Its final answer is a Person — the One in whom love descended from heaven, walked among the fearful and the oppressed, was unjustly executed by the very religious and political systems the song condemns, rose again as eternal proof that love cannot be permanently caged, and sits now at the right hand of the Father interceding for every prisoner, every abuse survivor, every soul trapped in a system that calls itself holy while wielding fear as its primary weapon.

Because if God is love — and love is banned, stoned, caged, and criminalized — then what is actually being banned, stoned, caged, and criminalized is the very nature of God Himself.

And that is a war no earthly system has ever won.

"And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love." — 1 Corinthians 13:13

Coming soon

A Love Song

From Jonestown to Mecca apostasy means death

False prophets using force to coerce and oppress

They say there’s no compulsion you’re free to leave

But the smell of the Kool-Aid makes it hard to believe

A thousand lashes from the moral thought police

Imprisoned in a cage with no date of release

Political bullies, claiming licentious crimes

Hate on love, blood stoned, red stained Valentines

Our arsenal is love, that's what we're singing about

Love's flame keeps burning long after the sun burns out

'Cause there's no intimidation in love, love

There's no intimidation in love, love

There's no intimidation in love, love

There's no intimidation in love

Domestic violence in the home, church, and mosque

Sacred treatment of women and girls forgone and lost

But when real men love right, you'll find no maltreat

No sick cowards powering over the helpless and the weak

There's no honor in killing, no good in F-G-M

Truth and justice prevails, just deserts in the end

Perfect love cast out fear, so stand up and shout

Yes, love is the answer, so let's get the word on out

Our arsenal is love, that's what we're singing about

Love's flame keeps burning long after the sun burns out

'Cause there's no intimidation in love, love

There's no intimidation in love, love

There's no intimidation in love, love

There's no intimidation in love

Hey! Brothers and sisters let’s all gather round

Put our hands up in the air pray for love in this town

Love rings down from heaven stop and hear the sound

Love is the answer friend sings mountain underground

Our arsenal is love, let's raise our hands and shout

Our arsenal is love (love, love)

Our arsenal is love, that's what we're singing about

Love's flame keeps burning long after the sun burns out

'Cause there's no intimidation in love, love

There's no intimidation in love, love

There's no intimidation in love, love

There's no intimidation in love

See the city lights, and over crowded streets

Escalators on the climb, to the penthouse suites

People parading round, chasing broken dreams

Chasing after bling, and everything that gleams

Feathered hats and golden chains, hot racy boots

Neon earrings, Prada pumps, colored tight leopard suits

Flaunting shades of gold, orange brown and black

Slippery lips smiling smirks, chatter of empty smack

Doctors, lawyers, brokers, mistress’ on two elbows

Chasing diamonds, cars and new bed fellows

No stop signs, want what glitters, if it shines it’s mine

Green lights, and wad, layaway truth for a good time

Wake up every morning to a recurring story

In a blink of the eye it’s gone, puff! transitory

The world theater is the stage of public vanity

The glamour, the lights, exchange a sacred identity

Need another fix to keep ahead of life’s game

With smoke and mirrors dancing with an invisible cane

What’s bad is good, what’s good is tomfoolery

Buffed and chiseled, the epitome of vainglory

Been around the block on this beaten track

Running in circles chasing tails in a wolf pack

Texting homey pictures fantasizing the facts

White mansions and seductive Cracker Jack shacks

Heaven-bound hell-bound, someone's going down, to the devil's hometown

Shootout throw-down, someone come alive, in this fallen ghost town

Heaven-bound hell-bound, someone's going down, to the devil's hometown

Shootout throw-down, someone come alive, in this fallen ghost town

Faded rose tented lens of the mind, gratifying false replica

Drunk on super hero’s kryptonite, glamour pinups in America

False idols, trophy wives, gold medals in the devils playground

Lost pinup’s chasing broken dreams, dead in a fallen ghost town.

Faded rose tented lens of the mind, gratifying false replica

Drunk on super hero’s kryptonite, glamour pinups in America

False idols, trophy wives, gold medals in the devils playground

Lost pinup’s chasing broken dreams, dead in a fallen ghost town.

Heaven-bound hell-bound, someone's going down, to the devil's hometown

Shootout throw-down, someone come alive, in this fallen ghost town

Heaven-bound hell-bound, someone's going down, to the devil's hometown

Shootout throw-down, someone come alive, in this fallen ghost town

Faded rose tented lens of the mind, gratifying false replica

Drunk on super hero’s kryptonite, glamour pinups in America

False idols, trophy wives, gold medals in the devils playground

Lost pinup’s chasing broken dreams, dead in a fallen ghost town.

Heaven-bound hell-bound, someone's going down, to the devil's hometown

Shootout throw-down, someone come alive, in this fallen ghost town

Heaven-bound hell-bound, someone's going down, to the devil's hometown

Shootout throw-down, someone come alive, in this fallen ghost town

Dead men walking in a fallen ghost town

Dead men walking in a fallen ghost town

Dead men walking in a fallen ghost town

Dead men walking in a fallen ghost townon text goes here

'Til the stars align and the moons just right

The earth shakes and the blind see light

Glaciers melt and the wind won’t blow

When the levee breaks the love will flow

Venus to Mars is a long way away

Sharp with the tongue playing mind games

Strong desire puts us to the test

Laws of nature seem to steal our best, intensions

Lovers laughing & holding hands

Hoping it will never end

There’s time to mourn, time to dance

Time to say we had our chance, time passes

The promise of love for you and me

Is something that will never be …

Mama says it’ll be ok

Say's the pain will fade away

Promises act to bind our hearts

Tonight our father's son departs, keep praying

We hope for a day when the tables turn

Find the love we crave and yearn

There’s a time to live and a time to die

A time to laugh, and a time to cry, worlds turning

The promise of love for you and me

Is something that will never be, (no…no…no…no)

The promise of love for you and me

Is something that will never be……

They say you can die from a broken arrow; you can’t fly with a broken wing, when two hearts join together - so do angel wings.

Like a sign from up above

This grand creation, a labor of love

Count the sum of one and one

When two souls join as one, God’s wonder

Rivers of love come streaming down

Splitting cities and dividing towns

We’ll cross that bridge hand in hand

Storm the beach trace our hearts in the sand, in the moonlight

They say you can die from a broken arrow; you can’t fly with a broken wing, when two hearts join together - so do angel wings.

The promise of love for you and me

Is something that will never be

The promise of love for you and me

Is something that will never be…broken!!!

Well I was dancing on the walls with an animated mannequin, as the fly of truth lied dead in his coffin.

Foggy dark minds pleading their own innocence, scratching bloody emotions off their skin of ambivalence.

Invisible white ghost shadowing the eyes of the heart, trusting goats amongst sheep can’t tell them apart.

Blind bat stares down his lost case of identity, death in the mirror with no hope for serenity.

The fly on the wall, can’t hear anything at all

There’s noise in the room, yet it’s dead as a tomb

Lifeless fly on the wall

A faint mute ting echoing, Truth’s silent ring

Come to the table laying nothing down, like a one ring circus with a two bit clown.

Chaos and confusion circling amok, just one more hit, paid with a blood stained buck.

Same old story nothing relevant or new, wipe that dang yawn off your face or I’ll paste one on you.

No jokers allowed amongst this den of thieves, as the stumbling spin doctor plan’s and he weaves.

The fly on the wall, can’t hear anything at all

There’s noise in the room, yet it’s dead as a tomb

Lifeless fly on the wall

A faint mute ting echoing, Truth’s silent ring

As death and destruction creeps and deceives, the voice of truth lies dead in the weeds.

As death and destruction creeps and deceives, the voice of truth blows away with the leaves.

Echoing on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on

The fly on the wall, can’t hear anything at all….. Truth’s silent ring

And on and on…On and on, Lifeless fly on the wall echoing

Like a drunk monkey, stung by a bee

Monkey mind fight, put me in a frenzy

Yo-yo thoughts, running from head to toe

Treading on broken glass, in a tightrope show

Laughing spirits, keep steeling my peace

Every corner I turn, they seem to own that street

Over and over, it happens every time

Slipping into patterns, locked up in my mind

In my mind, over & over, over & over, over & over, over and over... , time after time

Over & over, over & over, over & over, over, and over... I slip into patterns locked up in my mind

Illusions on my mind both truth and fiction

Grays skies with black & white contradictions

Thoughts flashing by in a blink of an eye

Skipping past beauty in the cosmic sky

Light my soul with humble introspect

Kindness and truth bound around my neck

Words flying fast, like sparks in a blender

Razors off my tongue, oops I lost my temper

Should I push pause or play, skip or rewind

What to remember and what to leave behind

I’m a simple man, with complex thoughts

Lord help me forget things, I shouldn’t've been taught

Over and over, it happens every time

Slipping into patterns, locked up in my mind

In my mind..., over & over, over & over, over & over and over... time after time

Over & over, over & over, over & over and over... I slip into patterns locked up in my mind

Illusions on my mind both truth and fiction

Grays skies with black & white contradictions

Thoughts flashing by in a blink of an eye

Skipping past beauty in the cosmic sky

Light my soul with humble introspect

Kindness and truth bound around my neck

The Heart of the matter, is a matter of the heart

Heart of the matter, are the desires of the heart

Halt the monkey mind, see the light, let the light shine out the dark

ItemThe gods of this age make a grave gift offering

As long as you close your eyes to the slaughtering

With your eyes closed the mind can go wandering

Wild fantasies suppress man’s suffering

Tempting with gifts that seem lovely and natural

Luring with things powered by the supernatural

This world belongs to him he offers fun and delight

Any natural man surrenders without a fight

The demons lie tell you what’s lovely and good

In the dark, it’s upside down, it’s all misunderstood

But love without the Truth is not love at all

It’s the witch doctors party, the medicine man’s ball

No! No! No! No! I don’t want to dance with the medicine man

Don’t want to be his voodoo doll

No! No! No! No! I don’t want to dance with the medicine man

I don’t want dance at the medicine man’s ball

No horns or tail he comes as a man of peace

Disguised as a doctor, teacher, uncle or niece

His love is a cloak and his favorite talking piece

It’s what makes him so dangerous and hard to police

Using boredom to keep his captives busy at work

A failure of nerve fits the mug of an anxious jerk

He claims we need more of his love to be at peace

So push on with his work or fear that love will cease

The demons lie tell you what’s lovely and good

In the dark, it’s upside down, it’s all misunderstood

But love without the Truth is not love at all

It’s the witch doctors party, the medicine man’s ball

No! No! No! No! don’t want to dance with the medicine man

Don’t want to be his voodoo doll

No! No !No! No! I don’t want to dance with the medicine man

I don’t want dance at the medicine man’s ball

Discernment of the spirits is no easy task

When the angel of light lurks behind a loving mask

Stay in the Word to hear the one true voice

and be sure that your making the right life choice…

‘Cause demons lie tell you what’s lovely and good

In the dark, upside down, it’s all misunderstood

But love without the Truth is not love at all

It’s the witch doctors party, the medicine man’s ball

No! No! No! No! I don’t want to dance with the medicine man

Don’t want to be his voodoo doll

No! No! No! I don’t want to dance with the medicine man

I don’t want dance at the medicine man’s ball

No! No! No! No! I don’t want dance at the medicine man’s ball description

Look in the mirror wonder where I've been

I paint on makeup to cover my sin

As the doorbell rang I answered the phone

Howling at the door leave me alone

Someone's out to get me afraid it's true

At a place of resistance from my angle of view

Snuck out the back door to protect my name

A holy joke no need to explain

Little white lies turning black and blue, little white lies

Playing dumb about the things I knew

Little white lies turning black and blue, little white lies

Be honest with him, he's honest with you

I stretched the truth out until it fit my view

It started out small but it grew and grew

lies move fast before truth can get it's boots on

My song and dance my dance and song

I fudge the facts now and then

I hurt no one don't mean to offend

Small in the mind I meant to be kind

Most of the truth except for one small lie

Little white lies turning black and blue, little white lies

Playing dumb about the things I knew

Little white lies turning black and blue, little white lies

Be honest with him, he's honest with you

I threw myself a party started to lament

Get him off my back can't stand this torment

Holy hound dog caught wind of my scent

Felt the teeth of truth and started to repent

Ask me not and I'll tell you no lies

God hear the noise there's no truth in my cries

The arrow of truth pierced my heart

Christ's aim is true he gave me a new start

Little white lies turning black and blue, little white lies

Playing dumb about the things I knew

Little white lies turning black and blue, little white lies

Be honest with him, he's honest with you

Hey!

Little white lies turning black and blue, little white lies

Playing dumb about the things I know

Little white lies turning black and blue, little white lies

Be honest with him, he's honest with you

The night is long in the face of pain

So I hide Mr. Hyde so not to face the strain

Oh my teeth are white but my eyes aren't so clear

Oh my smile is bright but in my eyes lies fear

So I hide Mr. Hyde inside a well-worn lie

But Dr. Jekyll denies that the truth abides

Kept in bondage and shackles I'm being skinned alive

Oh it's no way to live

It's a hell of a way to die

Oh it's no way to live

It's a hell of a way to die

Oh to die

Two natures waging a war inside of me

Fighting battles of wits both appear so splendidly

Such beautiful angels oh so picturesque

The heart heeds a call but the mind feeds the flesh

A self-identity dichotomy where someone had to die

He was nailed to the cross so our inner man could survive

It's a strange case of Jekyll hiding inside a Hyde

It's no way to live

And it's a hell of a way to die

Oh it's no way to live

It's a hell of a way to die

Oh to die

My soul hides in shadows, where truth and flesh wage war beneath my masks.

Only through the cross can the false self die, so my true self can survive.

Oh it's no way to live

It's a hell of a way to die

Oh it's no way to live

Hiding demons inside a lie

Hiding demons inside a lie

We've been broken we've been fixed

Won some battles and we've taken our licks

House of darkness or shadows of light

Bone yard wasteland or rivers of life

Slow train is coming, around the bend

Who's your conductor foe or friend

We've been up and we've been down

A leap of faith, mountain underground

A soul arrived

A soul arrived

A soul arrived

Keep pressing on no looking back

Soul train a coming down the track

Eyes are on the prize hands on the plow

At the end of the track we'll take our final bow

Float up high or sink down low

No directions stall and never plateau

No soul can arrive until it departs

The ride starts to end before it ever starts

A soul arrived a soul arrived

A soul arrived to the other side

Nobody's getting out of this world alive

When the train hits the gate don't be surprised

Play chance by choice truth or dare

The risk is real what's fair is fair

Blood on the tracks, the risk is real

What's fair is fair

Blood on the tracks yours and mine

Blood on the cross accept or decline

The dead don't repent what's written on their charts

It's there forever solidified in their hearts

A soul arrived a soul arrived

A soul arrived to the other side

Close your eyes and find, the world still spins without ya, world still without ya, the world still spins without ya

Open your eyes and find, a soul arrived to the other side

Forty days under this desert sky

I've grown weak, my mouth is dry

I've been wandering so long

Searching for a deeper well

To save this thirsty soul from hell

And give me the strength I need to keep on

So let the water flow now and wash over me

Lift your hands up to the sky

Let the spirit fill your mind

And let the water flow, let it wash over me

Na na na na na na na na

Na na na na na na na na

Praying for the rain to fall

And soak into this barren ground

And bring life out of the ashes

Surely as the waters rise

Rain that falls from sunny skies

Will flood the valleys once again

So let the water flow now and wash over me

Lift your hand up to the sky

Let the spirit fill your mind

And let the water flow, let it wash over me

Na na na na na na na na

Na na na na na na na na

Come to the water's edge

Kneel down at the riverbed

And let the water flow, let it wash over me

I'm just a man I am

Tempted by the liar's hand I try so hard to stay in line

But I fall time after time

Stumble down the path that's wide

But I don't want to break my stride there's got to be a better way

To make it through another day

I don't want to walk down that road again

Oh no I

I don't want to walk down that road again

Take my hand

Somebody show me the way, somebody lead me home

'Cause I can't make it on my own

I've got so much further to go

I don't think I can take any more

I've got a hill to climb

More like a mountain but I'm getting closer every day

To the summit I know the way

Temptation threatens me

Bad and good constantly is pulling at me every way

Stay in line try not to stray

I don't want to walk down that road again

Oh no I

I don't want to walk down that road again

Take my hand

Somebody show me the way, somebody lead me home

'Cause I can't make it on my own

I've got so much further to go

I don't think I can take any more

Somebody show me the way, somebody lead me home

Please LORD, show me your Way, lead me home

Please LORD take my hand , Oh LORD please take my hand

As day breaks and shadows flee

Like true colors of a falling leaf

Gone in the autumn wind, is life

A holy sea, a spring of truth

Rushing waters of my youth

Gone in innocence, is love …is love

A falling heart through burning air

Bursting bright like a solar flare

Endless sparks glowing, with love …with love

It’s hard to begin from the end

The Wind is calling me, I come to him

I’m running home, to truth

I’m coming home to love

I’m running home to truth

My friend will always be by me

The love that will never ever deny me

My friend helps me and guides me

The spirit that dwells down deep inside me

My friend rights me and purifies me

The comforter that cleanses and sanctifies me

My friend that's called the Spirit of, Truth

There’s a voice that we can trust

A still small voice that’s guiding us

From the lost road, of life

A whispering voice calms and sooths

Healing pain and every bruise

Embraced in his arms, safe in love…in love

A blind world that cannot see

Eyes that dwell so deep in me

True to his Word, locked in love …in love

The Holy Spirit calms my fears

Asking, what I’m doing here

Running home at last, to truth

I’m coming home to love

I’m running home to truth

My friend will always be by me

The love that will never ever deny me

My friend helps me and guides me

The spirit that dwells down deep inside me

My friend rights me and purifies me

The comforter that cleanses and sanctifies me

My friend that's called the Spirit of, Truth

…My friend

Keep love strong Keep on holding on

Time passes on Love-on, on & on

The hand of time stops at life's door and knocks

In the still of the night you hold me tight

In silence we dance to the heart beat of your song

Till the air has left, till the last breath is gone

Keep love strong Keep on holding on

Time passes on Love-on, on & on

There’s a room where pain goes to die

A sea of endless stars in a far away sky

I'll hear you laugh, I'll see your smile again

I'll hear your voice we'll dance without end

Keep love strong Keep on holding on

Time passes on Love-on, on & on

Keep love strong Keep on holding on

Time passes on

Love-on, on and on,

on and on, on and on, on and on, on and on

Keep love strong,

Love on, LaVonne

We've been broken we've been fixed

Won some battles and we've taken our licks

House of darkness or shadows of light

Bone yard wasteland or rivers of life

Slow train is coming, around the bend

Who’s your conductor , foe or friend?

We’ve been up and we've been down

A leap of faith, mountain underground

A Soul...Arrived

A Soul... Arrived

Keep pressing on , no looking back

Soul train a coming, down the track

Eyes are on the prize hands on the plow

At the end of the

track , we’ll take our final bow

Float up high, or sink down low

No directions stall and never plateau

No soul can arrive until it depart s

The ride starts to end, before it

ever starts

A Soul...Arrived A Soul Arrived

A soul arrived to the other side

Nobody's getting out

Of this world alive

When the train hits the gate

Don't be surprised

Play chance by choice

Truth or dare

The risk is real

What's fair is fair

Blood on the tracks

The risk is real

What's fair is fair

Blood on the tracks

Yours and mine

Blood on the cross

Accept or decline

The dead don't repent

What's written on their charts

It's there forever

Solidified in their hearts

A Soul...Arrived A Soul Arrived

a soul arrived to the other side

Close your eyes and find, the world still spins without ya world still spins without ya

The world still spins without ya, open your eyes and find…… A soul arrived... to the other side....

You can stomp your feet, and shake your fist (whoa)

Take your best shot, swing and miss

Fuss and moan, all you want

But we’re trotting our feet, to the victory romp

You can sit on your hands, or slap your knee

Snap fingers tap toes, hold your breath or breathe

It’s your choice, do what you want

But we’re trotting our feet, to the victory romp

You can whisper secrets, wink an eye

Spread nasty rumors, make up lies

Drug through the mud, left dead in a swamp

Still my hearts kicking beats, to the victory romp

I’ve crashed through jungles, of mad love affairs

I’ve Rode the wild beast, through dark alleys of despair

I’ve been tormented, torn, beat up and battered

Rejected misunderstood, defeated and shattered

Now the chains are broke, an innocent Lamb was slain

The dragon is crushed he’ll never drag me down again

Welcome to a new day, where the serpent has been stomped

Come all who are weary, rise up to the victory romp

We’re trotting our feet… we’re trotting our feet

We’re trotting our feet… we’re trotting our feet

Come on all who are weary

We’re trotting our feet… we’re trotting our feet

Yea we’re trotting our feet to the victory romp

We're trotting our feet, we're trotting our feet

We're trotting our feet, we're trotting our feet

Come on all who are weary

Rise up to the victory romp

We're trotting our feet, we're trotting our feet

Yeah, we're dancing to the Kingdom Stomp

And we're trotting our feet, we're trotting our feet

Yeah, to the victory romp

Don’t want to be a yin-yin; don’t have a feminine side

A manly man loves babies; stands up to protect his bride

Stand in arms together; protect our neighborhood

Patriarchy of the ages; bands of brotherhood

Born like an animal, to act naturally

Sparking supernatural, inside of me

On the shores of hope; the land of the free

Brave mountains of men; sons of thunder; sons of thunder

On the shores of hope; hand of liberty

Brave mountains of men; sons of thunder... Boanerges

Soldiers of a dying breed; Heavenly Father’s sons

Called to a higher truth; defending old and young

Soar past mounting odds; overcome fear and dread

Godly men roar on; where fools fear to tread

Skies of mighty fire flashing, sparks of lightning

Truth, honor, vigor, for His light we gleam

On the shores of hope;

the land of the free;

Brave mountains of men;

sons of thunder; sons of thunder

On the shores of hope; marching gallantly

Brave mountains of men; sons of thunder... Boanerges

Early with the morning doves

Late with the nightingales

These carefree days blow by,

with the wind tinkling through my sails

Early with the morning doves

Singing with the nightingales

Free as the birds of the air,

with the wind whispering through their tails

Looking at the morning sky

Gonna hold my head up high

With the warmth of the sun on me

Skipping rocks and feeling free

With my lunch pale and fishing pole

In bare feet I'm ready set to go

Through the woods and down the hill

I know those fish are biting still

Don't worry about tomorrow it will take care of itself, yes it will

Lord knows He keeps His promise, yes He does

Carefree, don't worry about tomorrow

Carefree, it will take care of itself ....,

yes it will,

Carefree, Lord knows He keeps His promise...,

yes He does,

oh so carefree now

On a supernatural high

Colors bright as the Fourth of July

Hooting like an old barn owl

Offering fun and having a ball

Pools from heaven's star burst

Diving into life head first

Smiling face from ear to ear

Clean conscience eternally secure

Don't worry about tomorrow it will take care of itself, yes it will

Lord knows He keeps His promise, yes He does

Carefree, don't worry about tomorrow

Carefree, it will take care of itself ....,

yes it will,

Carefree, Lord knows He keeps His promise...,

yes He does,

oh so carefree now

I know what I'm going to do

Today tomorrow and forever too

Forever and a day

In a world with no decay

All my sins are washed away

Things are much better than okay

With a mansion built for me

I know where I'll be eternally

Don't worry about tomorrow it will take care of itself, yes it will

Lord knows He keeps His promise, yes He does

Don't worry about tomorrow it will take care of itself, yes it will

Lord knows He keeps His promise, yes He does

Carefree, don't worry about tomorrow

Carefree, it will take care of itself ....,

yes it will,

Carefree, Lord knows He keeps His promise...,

yes He does,

oh so carefree now

Oooh, oooh, oooh. oh yea

free as the birds of the air

with the wind whispering through their tails

Oooh, oooh, oooh. oh yea

Thank you every one for listening, This is Mountain Underground signing out, until next time, be free, and take care.

Oooh, oooh, oooh. oh yea