Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Disavow your god, artist - Gorod. Album song Process of a new decline, in the genre Date of issue: 31.12.2008
Record label: Listenable
Song language: English
Disavow your god |
| Let me rest in peace |
| I’m nothing, I can’t teach anyone a lesson anymore |
| My cells want to stay inert |
| Why do you keep approaching me |
| My neurons are so old |
| I won’t be men’s clown anymore |
| My nerves have became numb |
| I don’t dictate laws, I am the law |
| Stay united instead. |
| Are we there to regulate men’s deviancies? |
| I can’t believe in this meaningless cause leading to no salvation |
| Watch our laws stirring up again a taste for life and desire |
| I can’t imagine our lines are drowning our kindred |
| My target isn’t mankind. |
| Evils are deeper. |
| Fight obsequium minaris |
| The spark of hope that stays in me will blow up the whole system |
| The game we’re in is simple: men’s exploitation |
| One feeling is driving me: vengeance! |
| Stay united instead. |
| Are we there to regulate men’s deviancies? |
| I can’t believe in this meaningless cause leading to no salvation |
| Watch our laws stirring up again a taste for life and desire |
| I can’t imagine our lines are drowning our kindred |
| I’m Adam, the non-human eraser |
| I’m re-establishing money game and sex |
| And creating anarchy in my Edaenia |
| I’m Adam the purifier of humans |
| I break the chains of those who want to fight |
| And give their lives for liberty |
| Everyone will have to kill a minarian and anyone running off! |
| Everyone will write their own story through the others |
| Blood will squirt again |
| Guts will be your fetishes |
| Bones will break, bones will smash in slimy marrowshed |
| Your bulging eyes, your scarification, will flow in with hate |
| Stay united instead. |
| Are we there to regulate men’s deviancies? |
| I can’t believe in this meaningless cause leading to no salvation |
| Watch our laws stirring up again a taste for life and desire |
| I can’t imagine our lines are drowning our kindred |
| Your skin, dry and rough as leather, I burn it! |