Never seen the light Not sure if I’m ever right Should I oppose your belief Should I indulge in your deceit
Holy images Holy innocent Thoughtless religious imbeciles They’re spiritual machines
And I free myself From being someone else Just another part of the machine
I no longer need you I’m much stronger than before And I no longer believe in you I believe in something more
Pious literature Demented pages turn They flutter like leaves blown in the wind Twisted words remain The oracle of pain Housing the message held within Ideas they shift and flow Ideas they drift and grow Morphing with life all their own A Casual Interest forms A deeper knowledge swarms Engulfing caustic global tribeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
