B.C. Song Number Fifty has officially been written, and it has (arguably) the best lyrics I have ever written:
I spoke through the madman, I danced in the flames
Drove the swine to the cliff in a thousand names
Priests try to bind me with their holy lies
The chains they forge just feed my appetite
I am the hunger in the heart of man
The war that never ends since the world began
Chorus
Legion! Legion! We are many, we are one!
Legion! Legion! Now you’re fallin’, now you’re done!
I slither through the bedrooms where the lovers twist and moan
Plant the seed of jealousy and watch the harvest grow
I ride the fevered bloodstream of the junkie in the dark
I am the trembling needle and the cold abandoned spark
No prayer can ever starve me, no saint can make me small
I am the endless hunger that devours one and all
Chorus
I laugh behind the preacher as he damns the very sin
That fills his secret pockets and the bottle that he’s in
I march with every army, paint their banners red with blood
Turn brother against brother in the name of all that’s good
No savior, no redemption, no light can pierce my tide
For I am Legion rising — and the whole world is my bride
Chorus
© Ray Cattie
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