Lyrics
let's gather 'round the carcass of the old deflated beast, we have, seen it through the accolades and rested in its lea, syntactic is our, elegance, incisive our disease, the swath endogenous of ourselves will, be our quandary, we've nestled in its hollow and we've succkled at its, breast, grandiloquent in attitude, impassioned yet inept, frivolous, gavel our design, ludicrous our threat, excursive expeditions leave us, holding less and less, so what does it mean? when we tell ourselves, it's only for a while we have been deceived and it's only for a moment, that the treasures of our day make life easier to complicate, the, treasure thrown away, i'm so tired of all the fucked up minds of all, the terrorist religions and their bullshit lines, of all the hand-me-, downs from all industrial crimes and the weeping mothers and those who, aree led som blind, from the plastic protests and the hands of time, and the pursuit of mirth and all hating kind
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Artist: bad religion