Disangelist (Bad Religion) — текст песни (Lead Weight)

Go to your home
And light a candle
Shut down your eyes
And make a prayer
And muddy stare
And there`s no soul
And only fear...

Blood runs cold in veneration
Black precipice of insane is close
For punishment fear rise on your knees
Glorification word exalt by lips...

Psychosis...
Abulia...
You`re dying from someone`s idea
Idea of rescuing of the world

Your mother cries,
But you are smiling
You have refused
From thy world!

Has taken in hands
Insanity seeds
For weak-willed minds
Has prepared a lot!

... Years are passing,
But there`s no omen
Idea - is terrible lie

There is a dull ache
Grows in perception
This is your rack -
It`s all your life

You can not suffer
Such pain as truth
And you`ve understood but late,
That there is an exit:
Death...