Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Praise the Lord (Opium of the Masses), artist - Dying Fetus. Date of issue: 02.10.2000
Song language: English
Praise the Lord (Opium of the Masses) |
| One by one, the young will fall, indoctrinating process growing |
| Some too weak to fight at all, who controls their future? |
| God above, or God below, questions that no one can answer |
| Live the truth, or die to know, it’s my agnostic vision |
| Jews killing Muslims, and Christians killing Jews |
| The circle is unending, and all sides always lose |
| If faith is blind devotion, then death is the result |
| When history is rotten, the young and pure grow dead and cold |
| I don’t need a book for saving, fellowship or days of praying |
| Organizing means dilution, and results in persecution |
| Through it all I keep a vision, understand what I believe in |
| Truth is not the faith you follow, it’s far more than you can ever know |
| Religion, the burden we carry forth |
| Mankind, addicted--the drug spreads on |
| Paranoia eats all reason, driving their crusading mission |
| Zealotry from Rome to Mecca, millions more become infected |
| God cannot be mass-projected, or beaten out through forced confessions |
| It’s for all of us to ponder, not for dogma’s chains to hold us down |
| Wake up and put the past where it belongs, just beat them back till they are |
| gone |
| Their doctrines lead to misery, they’re prophets preaching fantasy |
| How can they hold themselves above the rest? |
| From holy birth to martyr’s death, the moral quest for life beyond, |
| It’s just a pipe dream for the paranoid |
| The empty words of holy books will mislead all those that read |
| Buried in the lines of text are the myths that feed their needs |
| Born from flesh, just like all earth down below |
| Which came from a life form we can never know |
| Pray for a world that only God above can save? |
| The church is the reason why they’ve lost their way |
| Crusades and Inquisitions, holy wars, Jihad |
| They are the willing victims of a grand facade |
| Above it all, the lies are told. |
| The masses follow without question |
| First to die, or last to go, I know my convictions |
| Flesh and blood, and spirit life, the trinity of my perception |
| Dead awake, or sleeping dead, we will find out in the end |