How easily it feeds the mind A bitter string of lies It force fed the irrational Where mercy has no remit now Folklore turns my thought so sour I started with the principles in full
A ghost of your own choice A figment of your own voice A shadow of your former self How easily it feeds the mind
(Now I have the doctrine So bleak and simple) How it feeds the mind A bitter string of lies
Once principled within mind To public doctrine of the time I gave away my soul so cheap I resign myself to living sleep We might have want to spread the shame We force on those who want the same Sat on a demigods pedestalTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
