Fleas - Cire

They’re all fleas under the carpet

Stepped on by the boots of time

Clinging to their own fanaticismsm

Their systems always in line

Racial slurs spoken in his mind

So much clouding up simplicity

Justified by reading between the line

(history says:) «Repeat after me»

Take you apart and make you right

Trade you answers for your own sight

Cuz death is better than heresy

So hallelujah, follow me…

Follow me…

You wear a tyrant’s symbols joyfully.

Let us all be enslaved

And you long for freedom’s execution, but you’ll die saying jesus saves!

Spoken like a true soldier, how noble their persecution…

If it’s done in the name of good intention

What’s one more slash of contitution?

Why don’t you follow me?

Follow me!

(x3)

Is there any hope for a world that insists on blinding itself?

And if you give yourself away, then what’s left to fear in your hell?

(there's no fucking God!!!) (x7)

Follow me!

Follow me…

FOLLOW ME!