Part 1 - Ghost / Salem | Текст песни

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• Ghost / Salem

"Ghost"

Lost forgotten memory
of what happened.
Another empty,
useless opinion.
A feeling of guilt,
fucks your brain,
the ghost of your memory
leaves you insane.

It's a word
no longer a saying.
Deep down inside your soul,
in fear of god praying,
in fear of a corpse
hanging on a cross.
In fear of the blood,
should it drip in your hair?

In fear of a corpse
hanging on a cross.
In fear of the blood,
should it drip in your hair?

Lost to the shit
of your dream ghost.
Lost to the shit
of your dream ghost.

At night your no
longer human,
your soul was never
of this world.
Fuck the cross
cut the throat
of religion,
burn the books,
bury all that was said.

In fear of a corpse
hanging on a cross,
in fear of the blood
should it drip in your hair?
Lost to the shit
of your dream ghost.
Lost to the shit
of your dream ghost.

"Salem"

Salem burns in fierce fire burn,
crucifix lies in the mud to late to learn,
scarred images
thrown into the dark,
the screams of those burning
deep within the past,
to free themselves from the unholy purge,
they gave their god
charred flesh + bone,
to free their minds from doubt & guilt,
they gave their souls
the right to kill.
They screamed Christ's dead,
in the burial of shadows,
they screamed for
freedom,
but were silenced with the taste
of fucking fire

Salem burns in fierce fire burn,
crucifix lies in the mud to late to learn,
Scarred images
thrown into the dark,
the screams of those burning
deep within the past,
to free themselves from the unholy purge,
they gave their god
charred flesh + bone,
to free their minds from doubt & guilt,
they gave their souls
the right to kill.
They screamed Christ's dead,
in the burial of shadows,
they screamed for
freedom,
but were silenced with the taste
of fucking fire.

Victims of circumstance
or victims of some lost age,
I'm telling you they'll do it again were nearly in the cage.
From a fairy tale
comes a nightmare
though shalt not kill but you've his clearance to burn,
fear of the unknown gave birth to morality
Morality turned to slaughter
insane broken justice,
justice born from fire,
fire lit by fools.
Fire burning justice,
justice born from lies.
All your protectors,
protectors of some faith,
gave yourselves some scapegoats
burned in Christs clean breath.
One day they'll realize
the injustice of those lies,
but charred flesh cannot be given life taken by your lies.