Bethlehem

Listen from o'er there
Gather round as the rain pours and lightning strikes
As the fire extinguishes and the embers sizzle with the downfall 
These towns like Bethlehem, Nazareth, And Galilee 
Abandoned western barrios and towns 
Derelict with Golgotha looming like the doom of the world in the distance 
Nothing but a black reminder against the shaded and jaded red skies 
The second coming was a stillborn yet he awoke again and screamed covered in blood
With the crown of barbed wire and nails in his mind and a cross of straw in his bed 
A king will walk the desert again
Tattooed with the memories of a crucifixion
Son of god, Son of a beast, Son of a bitch
The virgin Mary, A whore named Maria 
The sounds of rage-filled and melancholy rhythms overrode by the soul of a punk preacher
The manger held no wise men, just a fool, a drunk, and a desperate idiot 
The bastard of Bethlehem was born with fear in his heart
They could crucify their lord again, kill him to worship him
He doesn't want to be a new martyr, He doesn't need to be a new god
He wants to live like the rest of them 
He feels like them, desires what they do 
But there seems to be a winged Satan amongst the unrest tonight 
And the unblessed are watching him
Their temples corrupt it all 
They follow with black eyes and empty shells
As he carries the burden of Bethlehem 
All their sin he can feel all the time
And all that temptation starts to sway over him 
Women luring him with every motion of themselves 
Drink delivering from all his eternal fear
He wants the communion of flesh and desire not of flesh and wine
But he still wants to stand up like the other fanatics on park benches and car roofs 
Screaming about the apocalypse except his screams are for change 
Change the way the world has become
Make it fit for living in 
Change as the disciples echo that rhythm he heard at his birth