To Mordi, Regarding Last Night's Conversation Testo

And who filled your head with bullshit? Now,The culprit's riding a gilded cow
Over to a crooked pulpit. How you gonna
Get it out your head?
And it was so appealing in your youth
Some cosmic justice, eternal truth
But when you lost your last baby tooth
No fairy took it away.
And too much religion will just fuck with your head
But if you can't see magic in this world you're better off dead.
I said too much religion will just fuck with your head
But if you can't see magic in this world you're better off dead,
My friend.
And who owns the land where you stand?
Was it taken with a gun in your hand
And a bible in the other? Call it holy and
You can get away with anything.
Listen to the good word's call
Build yourself a nice high wall
Fetishize a tower's fall
And justify some wars.
And too much religion will just fuck with your head
But if you can't see magic in this world you're better off dead.
I said too much religion will just fuck with your head
But if you can't see magic in this world you're better off dead,
My friend.