Текст песни Plastic Shaman

The wage of sin is death But what is this death Is it where death was born As taught by pious souls? Who wage a war on peace To thieve from what is free to deny Our very breath in the guise of spirit Will the dust return to dust Shall the spirit be damned to burn Will the dust return to dust Shall the spirit be damned Get thee back plastic shaman Plastic shaman you fear your own truth is false Fearing the wrath of God It's men who hammer the nails Fearing the death of our souls While man cuts flesh from bone Get thee back