Lyrics Time - 4Hero, Ursula Rucker

Time

It’s time
It’s time, little sparkle in my eye
To fly
It’s time, little sparkle in my eye
To fly, to fly
Please, Yahweh
Many named
Don’t make go to the other side
Why?
Haven’t I been a good child?
Why?
Haven’t I been a good child?
Angels warn me
Fallen Angels begging me
As Satan thinks to press me into service
I don’t deserve this
Curse his Heavenly betrayal
Sell my soul
Hold my fate
And onmi-hands
Scatter my purity like the sands of Twelve Tribes
While I hide in this flesh vessel you given me
Will she protect me or she neglect me?
Some, thing, like false security
These, these words of love
Soft belly rubs
This, wet warmth
This, fetal form
My scorn becomes knead
And no condition
And innocence seems like years from God’s eye
To birth’s first cry
Alive
Alive
Alive
Alive
Alive
Alive, alive
Alive
Alive
My mortality realize
Now human child
Now miles ahead and miles away
Miles ahead and miles away
I still feel betrayed
Mother’s milk though somewhat hot
Sweet and loving but nothing
No, nothing like mana
Scanned the planet for my Earth nurse
Traversed universe
Blessed unheavenly hearth with the gift of me
I know she wants me
But Evil’s henchmen hunt me
She’ll need an army to keep harm from me
You’re impunity depleases me as I grow
Yet this unity seizes me
In time to be I will cease to be yours
Yours
Yours
For a score and several centuries
Misery, not even a word
Blurred by the beam of Eden
But circum-scheming made them heathen
Circum-scheming made us heathens
Fake churches choose renegade
Resistors to truth twisters
I want those demons, screaming
Underfoot of harken Angels' demise
Won’t be too painful
I’ve learned Darwin’s Theory
Well, just an ism
No, not while my inner schism has me in its grasp
Threatening to suck me like Cleopatra’s asp
Now I’m the one with loaded guns
Murdering other mother’s sons
Making devils swell with pride
As I ride Hadie’s river-boat
Choke on the blood of my victim’s sin
My one desire
Stoke the fires of Hell
I’m in the belly of the beast
Peace and anomaly
Covenance, arc, and Indiana Jones
Myth to me
I join the rest to spit and pee on your memory
Your legacy
Your love for me
Maybe
You’ll have someone put a bullet in my heart
Start my journey
No, not to kill me
Just to wake me
So I surrender
So I remember
The wealth of my name
So I remember
The wealth of my name
My names have been
Jesus
And Moses
And Mohammad
I see Heaven
And Canaan
And Mecca
My names have been
Jesus
And Moses
And Mohammad
I see Heaven
And Canaan
And Mecca
I see Heaven
And Canaan
And Mecca
One my return
As I return
As I return
As I return
As I return
As I return