Things are not supposed to be this way, period.

Welcome you fool to the world of regret

The heat down here will make you sweat

Many wrong assumptions on your every part

Have brought you here, in spite of your heart

Flesh and bone have turned to dust

Soulful instincts were there to trust

Eternity’s a long time to be here with me

With all this wailing and gnashing of teeth

And you thought you did Him proud

Taking life from within that crowd

Where oh where is your Allah (Father, Honor)now?

True Spirits are not allowed…

Here in Martyrdom

You have not won (you cannot run)

For what you’ve done (from what you’ve done)

Oh, you’ll never ever see the rising sun

Or shoot that gun

Oh, in Martyrdom

Feel free to send this little white dove

With an urgent plea to your friends above

No earthly reason for pain they afflict

When the pain they feel can also be fixed

Chorus

What will you do now, what will you do?

What will you do with nothing to prove?

What will you do with a tarnished soul

That's black as coal

Chorus

Ó2004 Jeffrey P. Bosworth (Boz)

Lyrics Reprinted Only By Permission