Praise The Lord (Opium Of The Masses) (исполнитель: Dying Fetus)
One by one, the young will fall, Indoctrination process growing Some too weak to fight at all, Who controls their future? God above, or God below, Questions that no one can answer Live the [bad word] or die to know, Its my agnostic vision Jews killing Muslims, and Christians killing Jews The circle is unending, and all sides always lose If faith is blind devotion, then death is the result When history is rotten, the young and pure grow dead and cold I don’t need a book for saving, Fellowship or days of praying Organizing means dilution, And results in persecution Through it all I keep a vision, Understand what I believe in [bad word] is not the faith you follow, Its far more than you could ever know Religion, the burden, we carry forth Mankind, addicted, the [bad word] spreads on Paranoia eats all reason, Driving their [bad word] mission Zealotry from Rome to Mecca, Millions more [bad word] infected God can not be mass projected, (or) Beaten out through forced confessions Its for all of us to ponder, Not for dogma’s chains to hold us down Wake up and put the past where it belongs Just beat them back till they are gone Because their doctrines lead to misery They’re prophets preaching fantasy How can they hold themselves above the rest? From holy birth to martyr’s death The moral quest for life beyond Is just a pipe-dream for the paranoid Born from the flesh just like all earth down below Which came from a life form we can never know ( in our present context) Pray for a world that only God above can save? The church is the reason why they’ve lost their way [bad word] and inquisitions, holy wars, jihad They are the willing victims of a grand facade Above it all the lies are told, The masses follow without question First to die or last to go, I know my convictions Flesh and blood and spirit life, The trinity of my perception Dead awake or sleeping dead, We will find out in the end...