Текст песни The Mind Clouders (2Mex and Mum`s the Wo - False/Lost
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Organized religion is falseAnd anyone that follows it is lost (yeah, I said it)X2Fuck Catholicism, I`ll save you all from this prisonChristianity only exists within insanityAs I purch in a Saturday stanceEliminating the Church of Latter Day SaintsEpiscopalian, and I`m a distant alienAnd listen as I whisk you away againI`m determined to put an end to your sermonPermanently burning all the verminThese Institutes love to prostitute all of the destitutesAnd that`s the truthA wafer doesn`t make me feel saferJerry Falwell is a scary tall taleTell Reggie White I`m feeling edgy and uptightLegendarily, sacrilegiously I`ll writeAll bibles should be liableAnd thus tie-able to the tribalReading psalms is not like feeding throngsIt`s like kneeding tongs over bleeding palmsI hope you don`t take this strongI love you, but you`re wrongOrganized religion is falseAnd anyone that follows it is lost (yeah, I said it)X2God, you know that I`m your passengerEliminate the masquerading messengersAll these apostles are not colossalLost and hostile PentecostalsI`m not saying that your faith is an impostorYou`ve been bossed into the wrong rosterMatthew and Luke are just people`s namesFeeble veins versus old deep gainsThere`s no way in the world that the bible is the manual for lifeAnnually handing humanity the knifeWatch`em be hung on the neck by a ropeThey`re brainwashing the brand new popeOrganized religion is falseAnd anyone that follows it is lost (yeah, I said it)Our slaughter who parts the heavensDon`t follow the insaneThy will get done by the SungodsunsTake your worth to the so-called heavenGod, I`m waiting... tampering with greatnessI am pampering your latenessCamper me from the hatenessCompletely damp and yet weightlessAdd another watercolor to the watercoolerAdd another mother daughter to the father soonerWatch the faithful balanceA hundred different ways all at once in silenceAs I time travel, my mind is a blind gavelFor your --?-- gravelThis is an excercize in sacrilegious babbleFor your unconscious to unravelReligion was born to be materialWe have been torn from our imperialDestiny, brought to you in stereoExcommunication is a miracle