Disangelist (Bad Religion)

Go to your home And light a candle Shut down your eyes And make a prayer And muddy stare And there's no soul And only fear... Blood runs cold in veneration Black precipice of insane is close For punishment fear rise on your knees Glorification word exalt by lips... Psychosis... Abulia... You're dying from someone's idea Idea of rescuing of the world Your mother cries, But you are smiling You have refused From thy world! Has taken in hands Insanity seeds For weak-willed minds Has prepared a lot! ... Years are passing, But there's no omen Idea - is terrible lie There is a dull ache Grows in perception This is your rack - It's all your life You can not suffer Such pain as truth And you've understood but late, That there is an exit: Death...