Red Dead Rhapsody (A Prayer For The Unborn Suite)

Featured art by Nicolas Francoeur

Listen to Red Dead Rhapsody by Richard Charles Stevens (A Prayer For The Unborn Suite)

Listen to A Prayer For The Unborn by Gary Numan

There’s a voice inside my head
And I think it wants me dead
Says that life is overrated
Pick the other one instead
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Fills me up with dread when I feel empty thus preventing me from lending sense to feelings underspent
Likes to see me reeling
Says it’s so much more revealing
Has a knack for interfering when it’s feeling domineering
Fear and loathing both propose to straighten up my bloody nose
Volunteer foreboding notes while gloating of what studies show
Hardly sets the scene for reinvention less it lead to misadventures unforeseen with consequences running theme
All the while the voice inside my head is getting restless
Its suggestions growing ever more oppressively obscene
Tells me I’ll be dead before I’m seen
Then turns its back on me
Passively while planning next attack on me fanatically
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Life is what we make it
When we take it to extremes
Set the scene for reinvention
Leaning into misadventures unforeseen with enterprise and keen as running theme
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If you are my Shepherd
Then I’m lost and no-one can find me
If you are my Shepherd
Then I’m lost and no-one can find me
If you are my Shepherd
Then I’m lost and no-one can find me
If you are my Shepherd
Then I’m lost and no-one can find me
.
If you are my Saviour
Then I’m dead and no-one can help me
If you are my Glory
Then I’m sick and no-one can cure me
If you light my darkness
Then I’m blind and no-one can see me
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Reality predicted there existed best laid plans for me
Cutting back empathically on rations of the actual me
The one who has a knack for taking actual facts and scattering
To sow the seeds of fiction cultivate a dash of fantasy
Tame the tower save the princess happy ever after
Hero of the hour on a recess from disaster
To danger zones a chaperone for all those screaming Faster Faster
Bleeding through the antiseptic plaster
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If you are my Father
Then love lies abandoned and bleeding
If you are my comfort
Then nightmares are real and deceiving
If you are my answer
Then I must have asked the wrong question
I’d spit on your heaven
If I could find one to believe in
.
If you are my Shepherd
Then I’m lost and no-one can find me
If you are my Saviour
Then I’m dead and no-one can help me
If you are my Glory
Then I’m sick and no-one can cure me
If you light my darkness
Then I’m blind and no-one can see me
.
If you are my Father
Then love lies abandoned and bleeding
If you are my comfort
Then nightmares are real and deceiving
If you are my answer
Then I must have asked the wrong question
I’d spit on your heaven
If I could find one to believe in
.
Life is what we make it
When we take it to extremes
Set the scene for reinvention
Leaning into misadventures unforeseen with enterprise and keen as running theme
.
Never cease believing
Never cease believing
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Never cease believing
Never cease believing
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Never cease believing
Never cease believing
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Never cease believing
Never cease believing
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Believing
Believing
Believing
Leaving
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Believing
Believing
Believing
Leaving
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