Bad Religion

Lyrics

let's gather 'round the carcass of the old deflated beast, we have seen it
through accolades and rested in its lea, syntactic is our elegance,
incisive our disease, the swath endogenous of ourselves will be our
quandary, we've nestled in its hollow and we've suckled at its breast,
grandiloquent in attitude, impassioned yet inept, frivolous gavel our
design, ludicrous our threat, excursive expeditions leave us holding less
and less, so what does it mean? when we tell ourselves it's only for a while
we have been deceived and it's only for a moment that the treasures of
our day make life easier to complicate, the treasure thrown away, I'm so
tired of all the fucked up minds of all the terrorist religions and their bullshit
lines, of all the hand-me-downs from all industrial crimes and the weeping
mothers and those who are led so blind, form the plastic protests and the
hands of time and the pursuit of mirth and all hating kind