
Date of issue: 19.02.2001
Song language: English
Empty Promised Land |
The clock is ticking on the wall the world is spinning |
While the billions work to justify their lives |
They search for meaning in their useless sense of breeding |
In their quest for recognition when they die |
Because ego won’t permit belief in our mortality |
So we manufactured our delusioned lie |
We believe with much conviction in our useless superstition |
That our lives are bigger than life |
The man on TV preaches his beliefs to me |
And says that I am doomed because I don’t think like him |
He asks for contributions for his sermons' convolutions |
In return is absolution for your sins |
I watch in disbelief as people try and shed their grief |
Because they can’t accept the things that they’ve become |
They blindly patronize a dogmatic pack of lies |
That tell them Jesus is their chosen one |
Strictly designed for the weak of mind |
Not just the working man’s opiate anymore |
Paralyzed minds all seeking the sublime |
With all doubt ruled out by their faith in the divine |
All of them seeking that same righteous reward |
Weak of mind and born to follow |
Do not question the beliefs you swallow |
Eternal life for your belief in man |
Welcome to the empty promised land |
Don’t think, don’t breathe, don’t live, just believe |
With no question, just devotion, lifeless life living in transition |
Name | Year |
---|---|
Bite the Hand That Feeds | 2001 |
It Ain't Over Yet | 2001 |
Self Medication | 2001 |
Temptation | 2001 |
Suck Seed | 2001 |
Going Nowhere | 2001 |
The Way It Is | 2001 |
Never Gonna Be the Same | 2001 |
No Apologies | 2001 |
A Million More | 2001 |
Everybody's Whore | 2001 |
The Best | 2001 |