Running of the Bull

The city's shutting down
Remain inside your homes
Meanwhile, on the other edge of town
They're all down on their knees
And all their heads are bowed

The holy rollers haul an empty skull
A vacancy that they will never fill
Abolish all and any thought outside the box
Then rot away under the ground

I've heard it all before
Nothing's gonna bring me back
The pot calling the kettle black
They've saved me a spot in Hell
Can't seem to handle the lack of common sense
Evolve a sense of self

The sickening ignorance
Psychotic evangelists
A book full of bullshit and cheap urban myths are enough
To convince me that their cognition is dead...

You are the greatest of the hypocrites
I am the model of all you despise
I'm a walking mortal sin
You're preaching gospels and
We preach reality
So, get it through your fucking head!

I've heard it all before
Nothing's gonna bring me back
The pot calling the kettle black
They've saved me a spot in Hell
Can't seem to handle the lack of common sense
Evolve a sense of self



Credits
Writer(s): Anthem Grief
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