What more could I expect From a world refusing to admit its decease? Prescription is a privilege we buy
What could I expect From a world which refers to this lie called god To build morality?
I smell a bitter taste Inquisitorial in complacency
Does knowledge save us? I have no answer Isn't it just stones paving our way to decay?
I smell a bitter taste Inquisitorial in complacency
I throw down the cross Compassion ferments a liquid manure of guilt There are different ways we can talk about it To make sense to each other Doubt increases horizons, But I smell a bitter taste Inquisitorial in comaisancy