Pigs In The Temple 歌词

Feed the sickness of the victor Crowd the icons with familiar Fill the buckets of forgiven Waste the value of the living. You try to break me, shape me. school me, fool me, but you will never rule me. So do it, move it. Come on and step up if it makes you feel brave Close your eyes and close your mind if you think you'll be saved. Speak it, preach it, man I can dig it, You don't think you're a slave, When you close your time will your spirit fly, are you sure you're not afraid. So now you carry crosses to your victims Yet another soul eviction See the madness overtake them When the answers all escape them You try to break me, shape me. school me, fool me, but you will never rule me. So do it, move it. Come on and step up if it makes you feel brave Close your eyes and close your mind if you think you'll be saved. Speak it, preach it, man I can dig it, Your saviour made you a slave, When it's time to die will your spirit fly, are you sure you're not afraid. So now there's pigs who wallow in the temple Overcomplicate the simple Missions killed our earth connection Now we're left with no direction So fill the vessels of the hollow There's only poison left to swallow Ancient knowledge gone forever Now what holds us all together? Medicine men down in the narrow... You try to break me, shape me, school me, fool me, but you will never rule me.