Next Year

Lyrics

So the faithful get the future But I'm looking hard to see But it looks from where I'm standing Just like desperate belief So I spit on my prayerbook And laugh at its pain Oh I'm burning, am I? Then where's the fucking flames? Religion can't [?] of abusers Art doesn't solve It just makes excuses Impartial technology has learned to make friends Is this really where it ends? I'm ashamed for myself I'm ashamed for myself I'm ashamed for myself Sleepyheads are gonna die There's gonna be [?] on the rise Cash your fears out loud and pray Prayers have no effect on stormclouds So I spit on my prayerbook And laugh at its pain Oh I'm burning, am I? Then where's the fucking flames? Religion kept hold The artist fell silent Was a real pain The future is hung From the hooks of the past I've seen next year And it's just like the last I'm ashamed for myself I'm ashamed for myself I'm ashamed for myself