What more could I expect
From a world refusing to admit its decease?
Prescription is a privilege we buy
What could I expect
From a world which refers to this lie called god
To build morality?
I smell a bitter taste
Inquisitorial in complacency
Does knowledge save us?
I have no answer
Isn't it just stones paving our way to decay?
I smell a bitter taste
Inquisitorial in complacency
I throw down the cross
Compassion ferments a liquid manure of guilt
There are different ways we can talk about it
To make sense to each other
Doubt increases horizons,
But I smell a bitter taste
Inquisitorial in comaisancy
From a world refusing to admit its decease?
Prescription is a privilege we buy
What could I expect
From a world which refers to this lie called god
To build morality?
I smell a bitter taste
Inquisitorial in complacency
Does knowledge save us?
I have no answer
Isn't it just stones paving our way to decay?
I smell a bitter taste
Inquisitorial in complacency
I throw down the cross
Compassion ferments a liquid manure of guilt
There are different ways we can talk about it
To make sense to each other
Doubt increases horizons,
But I smell a bitter taste
Inquisitorial in comaisancy