As the miserable starve, their invisible guard,
of hope from death's broke an' left...individuals scarred.
Yes the visuals' hard...to accept when peace's unknown,
an' the only freedom you've known is a prisoners yard.
Whether day or day or night the pain an' plight...isn't that far.
The religious at heart's brain's have been chiseled and carved.
Praying to statues who lack-true...flesh and blood;
hoping idols will grant survival...or leave them blessed with love.
Caressed and hugged...with victory and women;
through history religion...has only left us drugged.
We've grown truly unstable...smothered with lies;
the truths right in-front of ours...yet we're unable to break-through.
Full of hate he breaks his back yet lacks food for the table;
nothing can change the fact...he's a tool and his say-so;
says so little, yet I riddle...your bastard god;
why is our soul's foundation so cracked and flawed?
My nation as a whole is empty an' only acts upon..
..pride an' wealth, others deprived of health..no-one cares.
Fuck you're cries for help...look up...no-one's there.
Brain washed from birth, truly lost and voiceless;
starving for knowledge yet the food for thought is poisoned.
Word's of scholars and script's writ from back in the past;
creates man's hatred, mistranslated...still has captured the mass.
Like rats in trap or cages disguised as congregations;
full or corruption an' seduction...brought on by masons.
My stone angel, forgive me of my sins;
fucked my life up, let me live it once again.
We swear 'ya real, prepare an' kneel upon the floor;
evil an' numb, treat people like scum...yet can't feel it anymore.
Do you believe that we've come, to inherit this land?
We came from the barrenest sands, barbarian man;
morally we're honestly weak...always out to conquer the weak;
no modesty-each generation's done little to vary the plan.
Pray to Marry, the lamb...and even the greatest scholars;
from college fail to acknowledge that we praise the dollar.
Lady Truth wait's by the phone, yet we refuse to call her.
People treat people like trash, refusing to conjure respect;
actions are evil and crass, the populace is honestly vexed.
Blind sheep's with remotes continue to sleep, comatose;
in a deep overdose of stupidity, nation of monsters of flesh.
Our hates beyond wild...I am astonished and stressed;
on how a priest raping a child could wear a cross on his neck.
Wrong after wrong, same 'ol song, no modesty's left;
Basicly we’re pawns afraid of the beyond and our death;
realize religions is a myth, it's certainly past due;
your inner vision's in abyss, for it has entrapped you.
You wouldn't help a man, unless you had to you.
Afraid of being damned, so you turn to a statue
...so much you've slowly turned into a statue...
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