What's Your Religion

Don't think
I can't create what I think
They tell you what to think
Your eyes are sewn shut and you speak
So blindly
Make me believe what you say
It's somethng that's not passed down
I will live my life open
On broken wings
How can you confess your sins to one who leaves your pockets thin?
Some dumb fuck pumped you full of shit and now you're left with fucking shit
How can you confess your sins to one who leaves your pockets thin?
Some dumb fuck pumped you full of shit and now you're left with fucking shit
I wish
I could
See your fucking face
I wish
I could
See your fucking face
A thorn in my mind
The sun won't shine
You stand in line
To get left
Behind
What's
Your
Religion
Hardcore