Songtext von The Religious Experience Of Mankind

Denominate Deteriorate In the days of my enforced religion Comes affliction of the self The Puritan and cold divisions Leads an introspective hell I am tied upon a floor, a vindictive state of praise And the chains of the belief have cut my wrists for many days And leave scabs, for my future to relieve As I pick away, they bleed I can not repent I can not restore I am so unclean To the eyes of God In the days of my endured religion Comes the order of the gash The chaos of the soul departure Scented burning of the flesh I am tied upon a floor, a vindictive state of praise And the chains of the belief cut my wrists for many days And leave scabs, for my future to relieve As I pick away, they bleed Reason leaves me I must spread my disease Like a whore to the slave of economy To religion and self decline I divide all the suffering and hate and I will conquer mine Alleviate my soul from this awful belief And its infrastructural deceit And its claim upon the body This is the blood This is the fucking lie - receive