Our Daily Head

Congratulations to all those who control
All those maids playin a role, got buttholes
Like donuts, thinking it's a fault
To get over the rules of the old
In earlier times rules which saved gold
But now it's too late for dogmatic goals
Society's a process, their time is over
Let's talk about our mental future

Desillused people lost more than this rollercoaster feeling
It isn't just less upper and downer!

Would you agree with seven official crusades?
Is there another subdivision you would take
To explain the never ending story of the blade
In the hands of those who started to trade
With the love of their followers for god's sake!
Talkin' about his love, but only spread hate!
And remember those greedy pices of shit
Stole all you had to release the next hit
Called inquisition, shows you the shift
From heaven to hell, if you won't play along with

And while you're begging on your knees tell me that your free
Trust me, in your mind lays the key
To reign your own life in peace and you're askin', I agree
You don't have to pray to understand what you see
How can you be glad to get rules instead of answers?
Forgiveness for the existent brings the almighty father
But think about the necesserity, of all institutions
Which always bring problems no solutions
Love yourself!
Love this earth!
Our mother,
Probably god's her little brother