Sick Silent America

We are the new free-thinkers
My father gave me a brain
My mother taught me to use it
So swallow back all the vomit that you’re spewing
They’re all buying it, but I’m not buying it
You can’t fool me anymore
You are the curse
Your false prophesies darken my eyes and break my back
The new heaven is born and hell revives
As I walked along the flames of hell
It became known to me
That you are nothing but a wolf in priest’s clothing
They’re are buying it, but I’m not buying it
They cry, «Lead us, oh chosen one.»
You are the curse
Your false prophesies darken my eyes and break my back
This is the death of faith and all that is good
You are the curse
Your false prophesies darken my eyes and break my back
They cry, «Lead us, oh Chosen One.»
When the new heaven is born and hell revives
The new heaven is born and hell revives