blocked mind
you can't go through - miss
manipulated move
I can't handle this
controlled dreams
the real one
never comes true
passive eyes
they never will see through
silent screams
causing no reaction
{BEHIND THE MUSIC)
"Our Father,
Who art in Heaven...
Hallowed be thy name.
Thy Kindom Come,
Thy Will be Done!
On Earth, as it is in Heaven.
And give us this day...
Our daily bread...
And forgive us our tresspasses...
As we forhive those who've tresspassed against us..."
the maggot is waving with the cross
living in his own world
he thinks he is the boss
celebrating rituals
he'll never understand
and the worst thing is
the world lies in his hands
god is dying in mother's womb
so trust your own instinct
stop their holy bomb
constructed ways
built up for us
you feel the comfort
you spend them your trust
decisions about
things you can't know
will made by them
will made by them
controlled dreams
the real one
never comes true
passive eyes
they never will see through
so spit on this lie
and find your own aim
the maggot is waving with the cross
living in his own world
he thinks he is the boss
celebrating rituals
he'll never understand
and the worst thing is
the world lies in his hands
god is dying in mother's womb
so trust your own instinct
stop their holy bomb
you can't go through - miss
manipulated move
I can't handle this
controlled dreams
the real one
never comes true
passive eyes
they never will see through
silent screams
causing no reaction
{BEHIND THE MUSIC)
"Our Father,
Who art in Heaven...
Hallowed be thy name.
Thy Kindom Come,
Thy Will be Done!
On Earth, as it is in Heaven.
And give us this day...
Our daily bread...
And forgive us our tresspasses...
As we forhive those who've tresspassed against us..."
the maggot is waving with the cross
living in his own world
he thinks he is the boss
celebrating rituals
he'll never understand
and the worst thing is
the world lies in his hands
god is dying in mother's womb
so trust your own instinct
stop their holy bomb
constructed ways
built up for us
you feel the comfort
you spend them your trust
decisions about
things you can't know
will made by them
will made by them
controlled dreams
the real one
never comes true
passive eyes
they never will see through
so spit on this lie
and find your own aim
the maggot is waving with the cross
living in his own world
he thinks he is the boss
celebrating rituals
he'll never understand
and the worst thing is
the world lies in his hands
god is dying in mother's womb
so trust your own instinct
stop their holy bomb