Dragging Stones

Lyrics

(Keep) the age old tradition Instill the faith, cauterize To all the well bred bastard sons of man The servile practitioners Get on your knees and face the crucifix For you were born in sin This is the body and blood of christ It shall be given unto you Now steady those hands and swallow Steady those hands Obedience aids the digestion of A force fed ideology The confluence of indulgences All embedded with a silver lining Plentifully abound, еagerly awaiting Upon a solid foundation Which seems structurally sound Blind faith built on sand, sinking slowly With a cross of gold strung around your neck And rosary beads poisеd between finger tips Clutching to the notion that your god hears your prayers And that you, a privileged moderate believer Could bend and shape the scripture To suit your fucking selfish lifestyle I'll save a seat for you in hell