The New Cult King

(альбом: XX - 2001)

In that dream I recall
Pieces of prisons I'm escaping
In the next big religion
I do the cross thing
The cross thing

Which ever way the wind blows your mind
In time I'm nine
Our lives unwind
We find the wine red or white
Like the days fade away
A cloud of smoke and blurred eyes
You're always brighter in the daytime
You fight it after midnight

It just seems to me
It's such a joke
Every new walk through life
Just inherits Christ
You should have to prove something first
Something first

Prove something
You're a godfiend

In that dream I recall
Pieces of prisons I'm escaping
From a black hole I crawl, I crawl
Beneath my halo emanating

The only proof you need
Is that you know
And today's way's divine right
Brainwashed overnight
You shouldn't have to lose something first
Something first

Lose something
You're a godfiend

The New Cult King
Yeah doing the cross thing
The cross thing

Can't you see why I'm still wondering
Can't you see why I'm still wondering
If there is a dog
Can't you see... wondering
Can't you see why I'm still why I'm still wondering

Search for signs
To light the path
Show me the way
Savior send
A glimpse, a glance
And renew my faith
Emerald meets the oceans
Blue in a shade of grey
The general knows
Not what to do
As tears run down her face

Nails through hands and feet
On this cedar grave
Atone for sin
Can this be? Can my soul be saved?
All alone
I think too much
Need to believe
In something real
Don't need this crutch
Because it just deceives

Can't you see why I'm still

Search for love
Or war to restore disorder
Challenge me once more
To hold my head above water
Drowning quick

Can't you see why I'm still

Flooding in
Soaked through my lungs
Judgment Day
The verdict's in
Seems the jury is hung