To The Dogs

As we find ourselves barely conscious, we struggle to our knees
Looking for a sign that says this is life, and not a dream
There is a sign and it read:
«Hope is the leash, hope is the leash, hope is the leash of submission»
Moral bondage forges its cage, once again filling us
With fault and blame, fault and blame
Moral bondage tightens its grip, once again crushing us
With guilt and shame, guilt and shame
For how long will we carry these crippling loads?
And when will we unlearn the lies
Refuse the cost, and throw it all to the dogs?
Throw it all, throw it all
Throw it all, throw it all to the dogs!
Signs statements of release, relinquishing all duties
Offer a refusal with no regrets
Sever the religious romantic ties, romantic ties
Throw off the guilt and the faithfulness
For how long will we carry these crippling loads?
And when will we unlearn the lies
Refuse the cost, and throw it all to the dogs?
Throw it all, throw it all
Throw it all, throw it all
Throw it all, throw it all
Throw it all, throw it all
Throw it all, throw it all
Throw it all, throw it all
Throw it all, throw it all
Throw it all, throw it all