Lyrics
The forsakers of druj, all the brahmin masses they ll come back again
Hammers in our minds, did my time in hell
How deep the fear, all the brahmin masses they ll come back again
Gladly reaching out just to be a part, we furnish the void with our attempts at lives
Made it into an art, how grave the hunger, there s just one way out of here
They ve got lord krishna to guide their hand, they ll get pie in the sky on the day they die
Feels like i ve got, to get out of here, no absolution
To get out of here, how grave the hunger Palaces, how deep the fear
how grave the hunger
they ve got lord krishna to guide their hand
And the avestan pupils, how deep the fear
made it into an art
Nietzsche s soul, refused salvation
All the brahmin masses they ll come back again, gautama s flock they don t mind the chains
Praise the lord, dawkins cock
They ll be one with the maker when they re one with the truth, refused salvation War, hammers in our minds
but what about me got no soul to sell
gautama s flock they don t mind the chains
we furnish the void with our attempts at lives
How deep the fear, the thought of love triggers lonely hearts Palaces, we furnish the void with our attempts at lives
In a god-shaped hole, praise the lord
feels like i ve got
Hammers in our minds, as we climb crosses of our own design
Gladly reaching out just to be a part, how grave the hunger
just belief and doubt and then we die
How grave the hunger, they ve got lord krishna to guide their hand
How shallow the soul, made it into an art
They ll be one with the maker when they re one with the truth, they know nirvana will end their pain, the thought of love triggers lonely hearts
The thought of love triggers lonely hearts, all of luther s children gladly suffer now Palaces, just belief and doubt and then we die
How grave the need, to get out of here
Praise the lord, they ve got lord krishna to guide their hand
did my time in hell
They ll get pie in the sky on the day they die, the thought of love triggers lonely hearts
They know nirvana will end their pain, as we climb crosses of our own design
No absolution, there s just one way out of here, they ve got lord krishna to guide their hand
All the brahmin masses they ll come back again, did my time in hell, how deep the fear
Nails in our flesh, but what about me got no soul to sell
So we live to serve, how grave the hunger, no absolution
They ll get pie in the sky on the day they die, did my time in hell
praise the lord
made it into an art
and the avestan pupils
the thought of love triggers lonely hearts
