Bastardized

They asked for our faith, and we bought into fear
Selling their salvation story year after year

Violence is not tyranny's only form
Manipulate to legislate the perfect storm

Sell your rights, sell your freedom
Question it and they'll call it treason
Become a slave, become the victim
Sell your soul to the bastard system

There are those that would seek to control your thoughts
And every step you take

Puppet master, idol worship
Puppet master, I will cut your strings
If you're the man behind the curtain I will tear it down

Sell your rights, sell your freedom
Question it and they'll call it treason
Become a slave, become the victim
Sell your soul to the bastard system

They asked for our faith, and we bought into fear
Selling their salvation story year after year
If you're the god that I'm supposed to believe in
I'll make sure that god is truly dead
(Truly dead)
(Truly dead)
(Truly dead)
(Truly dead)

Sell your rights, sell your freedom
Question it and they'll call it treason
Become a slave, become the victim
Sell your soul to the bastard system



Credits
Writer(s): Brendan Frey
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

Link