The world is full of people who believe we aren’t equal,
Holding onto hope that this life needs a sequel.
Evil forces clutch the reins of our minds and claim,
Our bodies and souls and hold us in the centerfold.
But I believe we’re told a viscous lie that’s designed,
To bypass this life, slaved until the end of time.
Deny the prized shrine and find an open mind.
Blind to this Earth, I’m concerned for any birth.
The first I heard of religion I observed.
Then I began to question the nerve of the service.
The purpose, a superfluous, permanent version
I’m nervous that roots are too deep to reverse it.
Stunted by our shunted mothers, taught to be fearful
Of our brothers. Further and further from love for one another.
Don’t bother to question the books, read em and never look
For any truths, what’s the use, all designed to remain shook.
People go they whole life searching for that promise land,
I don’t need no God I’m doing the best that I can.
Standing true to myself the world is in my hand.
I am what I am and damn I’m a happy man.
People go they whole life searching for that promise land,
I don’t need no God I’m doing the best that I can.
Standing true to myself the world is in my hand.
I am what I am and damn I’m a happy man.
Not against the world, just half the people in it.
Begin it, I finish by never believing in your discriminate
Ambivalent symptoms it’s a given. I’ve given
Myself and help along the way but it’s never going to change.
The stains of religion, smeared blood on the innocents,
Far from benevolent, dark and menacing.
It’s stark and started a chain of false remarks.
And now it’s hard to regard its martyrs as a god.
The profits for the Pharos, servants paved the damn roads,
Gold by the barrels extracted through the marrow,
Of this Earth, now we cursed by our own birth
The worst it never burst and we still giving to the church.
The tertiary goes like this : third is your family,
Second is your government and first is your god.
Fourth is your self, no resources to make it out.
Now rinse and repeat, your death starts to sounds sweet.
People go they whole life searching for that promise land,
I don’t need no God I’m doing the best that I can.
Standing true to myself the world is in my hand.
I am what I am and damn I’m a happy man.
People go they whole life searching for that promise land,
I don’t need no God I’m doing the best that I can.
Standing true to myself the world is in my handb
I am what I am and damn I’m a happy man.
So how many people on this Earth find their worth,
Through the curses of coercion, nursed through insertion.
Inertia can burn ya, lose your wings and turn ya
Into the devil dogmatic all manic and panic.
The damage is managed by blaming a different mammal.
Like the damsels of Salem, burned to the ground to stand on.
Demand on the book, the goodness a lying hook.
Take a good look, your blinded by your own nook.
84%, faith no one able to escape,
The clutches of restrain, make way and live sane.
Namely I am ashamed that the world has not changed.
Still stuck in chains, brandished by the same game.
Wake up, what the fuck? Come join life with us.
Find your own self, learn to live without a crutch.
Enough is enough, love is the center of our trust.
On the cusp of love, I pity those who ain’t with us.
People go they whole life searching for that promise land,
I don’t need no God I’m doing the best that I can.
Standing true to myself the world is in my hand.
I am what I am and damn I’m a happy man.
People go they whole life searching for that promise land,
I don’t need no God I’m doing the best that I can.
Standing true to myself the world is in my hand.
I am what I am and damn I’m a happy man.
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