spine of silk and eggshell thinnpity the bleeder, bruised and palsied princenthe shameless desperatenmourn the cherished in ruins, yes ournonce greatnirresolute and forlornntime to... destroy...nwant to see it burn, torn downnnhow can my nation be saved?npray, weep for this agenfuturescape, futurapenseems it leans to the last daysnis tomorrow born still?nis judgment His will?nor can we be healed?nseparate, church and this present statenHe will...destroy...nnanna themani hear you whisper(screaming) at the gatenunion in hell not far awaynanna themansheol ways require a wagena nation harvests its portion...nnAutomolech they singna nation embracing, praisingnits sin diseasentime this scaterd fewntook the leadnbring the jawbone to the philistines