Preaching To The Converted - текст песни
Preaching To The Converted
The Public wants what the public gets. Lazarus himself wouldn't rise into
this world. Decry relativity damned petulant for seeing through a Trojan
horse full of zyklon while Judas' coffers overflow. What? New world
(dis)order is nothing new. Choking on poison air pouring whiskey into
crescent moon lacerations. Time to bite the hand that beats. Teach our
children well, teach them to kill. Global jihad for a thousand years.
Sanctified our blood spills, sutured with commodities. Iron fist in silken
glove ripping away autonomy, replacing with a placebo. Realize that our
wounds will never heal while Judas' coffers overflow.
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