El Brujo
25th September 2002, 03:58
Praise The Lord (Opium Of The Masses)
One by one, the young will fall, indoctrinating process growing.
Some too weak to fight at all, who controls their future?
God above, or God below, questions no one can answer.
Live the truth, or die to know, it's my agnostic vision.
Jews killing Muslims, and Christians killing Jews.
The circle is unending, and all sides always lose.
If faith is blind devotion, then death is the result.
When history is rotten, the young young and pure grow dead and cold.
I don't need a book for saving, fellowship or days of praying.
Organizing means dilution, and results in persecution.
Through it all I keep a vision, understand what I believe in.
Truth is not the faith you follow, it’s far more than you can ever know.
Religion, the burden we carry forth.
Mankind, addicted--the drug spreads on.
Paranoia eats all reason, driving their crusading mission.
Zealotry from Rome to Mecca, millions more become infected.
God cannot be mass-projected, or beaten out through forced confessions.
It’s for all of us to ponder, not for dogma’s chains to hold us down.
Wake up, and put the past where it belongs.
Just beat them back till they are gone, ‘cause their doctrines lead to misery.
They’re prophets preaching fantasy, how can they hold themselves above the rest?
From holy birth to martyr’s death, the moral quest for life beyond.
It’s just a pipe dream for the paranoid, the empty words of holy books will mislead all those that read.
Buried in the lines of text are the myths that feed their needs.
Born from flesh, just like all earth down below,which came from a life form we can never know (in our present context).
Pray for a world that only God above can save?
The church is the reason why they’ve lost their way.
Crusades and Inquisitions, holy wars, Jihad,they are the willing victims of a grand facade.
Above it all, the lies are told. The masses follow without question.
First to die, or last to go, I know my convictions.
Flesh and blood, and spirit life, the trinity of my perception.
Dead awake, or sleeping dead, we will find out in the end.
Born In Sodom
Born, a human life into this world.
Dead, the sad result from disease.
A century of sacrifice is lost in greed.
In a time of massive wealth, where not one sees.
Chemical children are raised in the streets,
Their whoring mothers begging beside.
In prisons the riots are breeding resistance
The starving all seek to be fed.
A shit-city built on the backs of the poor
where the real world is buried beneath.
While tourists and business, partners in greed
devour the fruit of the land.
Starving and dying, assassins surround to kill them.
Praying for something or someone to set them free.
Life in Babylon, post-A.D.,
defined in terms of what can you do for me.
The world outside is full of rot,
so walls divide the burn of acid air, and black-cloud skies.
Death squads are crawling the city,
in search of the worthless to fill up mass graves.
Corrupted and careless, degrading all life
these cops are the killers, well-trained.
Millions of people stand dead at their feet,
begging for mercy denied.
Breathing pollution and slaving to eat,
they're humans, but empty inside.
Rise, out of the slums, they seek to fight, fight to defend.
Nothing is left but a future of death.
Awaiting the poor, who starve just to breathe.
Breathe in the air, now they shall be reborn.
How can you think that our world is so good?
The red, white and blue blinds your eyes.
When everything's fine in your white neighborhood,
who cares for the dying outside?
Forced to rebellion, uprising
they're tearing through the walls of confinement, uprooted
The promise of a third world resistance,
the power is overtaken.
Nightfall in Sodom, it's burning.
It's time to bring it down.
Now the time has come at last,
to give back what they demand.
Just a chance for life, and peace far away
from famine and disease.
Power has changed across the world now,
It's just the money that rules in Sodom today.
And the bastards that run the corporate plan,
will be choking on their blood when the masses make them pay.
One by one, the young will fall, indoctrinating process growing.
Some too weak to fight at all, who controls their future?
God above, or God below, questions no one can answer.
Live the truth, or die to know, it's my agnostic vision.
Jews killing Muslims, and Christians killing Jews.
The circle is unending, and all sides always lose.
If faith is blind devotion, then death is the result.
When history is rotten, the young young and pure grow dead and cold.
I don't need a book for saving, fellowship or days of praying.
Organizing means dilution, and results in persecution.
Through it all I keep a vision, understand what I believe in.
Truth is not the faith you follow, it’s far more than you can ever know.
Religion, the burden we carry forth.
Mankind, addicted--the drug spreads on.
Paranoia eats all reason, driving their crusading mission.
Zealotry from Rome to Mecca, millions more become infected.
God cannot be mass-projected, or beaten out through forced confessions.
It’s for all of us to ponder, not for dogma’s chains to hold us down.
Wake up, and put the past where it belongs.
Just beat them back till they are gone, ‘cause their doctrines lead to misery.
They’re prophets preaching fantasy, how can they hold themselves above the rest?
From holy birth to martyr’s death, the moral quest for life beyond.
It’s just a pipe dream for the paranoid, the empty words of holy books will mislead all those that read.
Buried in the lines of text are the myths that feed their needs.
Born from flesh, just like all earth down below,which came from a life form we can never know (in our present context).
Pray for a world that only God above can save?
The church is the reason why they’ve lost their way.
Crusades and Inquisitions, holy wars, Jihad,they are the willing victims of a grand facade.
Above it all, the lies are told. The masses follow without question.
First to die, or last to go, I know my convictions.
Flesh and blood, and spirit life, the trinity of my perception.
Dead awake, or sleeping dead, we will find out in the end.
Born In Sodom
Born, a human life into this world.
Dead, the sad result from disease.
A century of sacrifice is lost in greed.
In a time of massive wealth, where not one sees.
Chemical children are raised in the streets,
Their whoring mothers begging beside.
In prisons the riots are breeding resistance
The starving all seek to be fed.
A shit-city built on the backs of the poor
where the real world is buried beneath.
While tourists and business, partners in greed
devour the fruit of the land.
Starving and dying, assassins surround to kill them.
Praying for something or someone to set them free.
Life in Babylon, post-A.D.,
defined in terms of what can you do for me.
The world outside is full of rot,
so walls divide the burn of acid air, and black-cloud skies.
Death squads are crawling the city,
in search of the worthless to fill up mass graves.
Corrupted and careless, degrading all life
these cops are the killers, well-trained.
Millions of people stand dead at their feet,
begging for mercy denied.
Breathing pollution and slaving to eat,
they're humans, but empty inside.
Rise, out of the slums, they seek to fight, fight to defend.
Nothing is left but a future of death.
Awaiting the poor, who starve just to breathe.
Breathe in the air, now they shall be reborn.
How can you think that our world is so good?
The red, white and blue blinds your eyes.
When everything's fine in your white neighborhood,
who cares for the dying outside?
Forced to rebellion, uprising
they're tearing through the walls of confinement, uprooted
The promise of a third world resistance,
the power is overtaken.
Nightfall in Sodom, it's burning.
It's time to bring it down.
Now the time has come at last,
to give back what they demand.
Just a chance for life, and peace far away
from famine and disease.
Power has changed across the world now,
It's just the money that rules in Sodom today.
And the bastards that run the corporate plan,
will be choking on their blood when the masses make them pay.