Deafened, blinded, bent and broken by the ones you call your friends – your masters long before you could ever realize the lies in their shining eyes that twisted fable, that cursed vision spoonfed since the day of birth
You speak of things you’ve never seen you speak of places you’ve never been to and still you ask me for proof ‘cause I deny your manmade ‘truth’
I wouldn’t have ever started telling you this unless you hadn’t first started with yours whatever your god is. it’s temple is in you whatever your laws are, you’re the (only) one that knows them for true
Strength – is not in masses the truth – is not in your ‘father’
Lamb – of manTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
