Neverending seeking for reasons unoccured
Waiting for the days of doom, the preacher spurred them on
Everything has happened all due to ourselves
When you try to tell them, they're pointing at the saint of Hell
Throwing guilt at minstrels, singing out the truth
No wonder all this killing, stiring up our mood of youth
Noone's going safe now, God is watching all
Right is wrong and wrong is right, come on and join the fall
They don't want to be held responsible
Catching excuses in the air
Numb goes the preacher
When he's taken off his chair
Divine justification, promises of better ways
Killing has its purpose, our mighty god says
Hey! Where are your common sense, we're not to blame
How hard could it be to just accept we're not the same?
The threat to peace on earth is strangely all the same
All might abused and backed up by faith in weapons' aim
Let us go out and play, the freedom is like gold
I just want to get the chance to growing old
They don't want to be held responsible
Catching excuses in the air
Silent goes the preacher
When he's taken off his chair
Why can't the yankee fashion fade and
Leave the world onto people knowing peace
Once for all; there is no God
We can do so much better
So listen now, you mislead, twofaced hypocrites
With all your blindness I don't think you've got your wits
Will you open your eyes and see what's going on?
With faith in peace and love, we all can move on
But nobody is held responsible
for all excuses in the air
Crippled goes the preacher
When he's taken off his chair
credits
from Yriam Dwark II,
released July 22, 2011
Fredrik Andersson
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