Millions crusading against mocking heresy Madmen race to enforce the book that answers all our needs Tongues tuned with razorblades teach us divine misdeeds Our clerics will kill to make us stay down on our knees
Another war is over And the pain is almost gone Each wound has been healing We're so eager to move on Tongues tuned with razorblades Still teach divine misdeeds Our clerics will kill to make us stay down on our knees
10. In the Wake
Never knew quite when it stopped Nor when it began Just a chain of happenings Years floating Days passing by
Falling in and out of madness Walking on the edge Pretending Faking strength Hiding behind smiles
Never knew quite when it died Nor when it was torn
Just a chain of bad ideas Years floating Days passing by You may think time stands still, it does not It disappears In the wake
Whatever sense it makes We never learn from our mistakes Whatever comfort it might bring Nothingness embraces everythingTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
