We are alone, no one bothers
Not even the great wing commander
His days are filled with tough decisions
Who will be good and who will be vicious
My religion, self addiction
My commitment to myself
Your religion, to me its fiction
Your religion, what do I care
No Religion, thats my mission
I got visions for myself
But your religion, thats commitment
Youre not connected to yourself
Everyday is worth living
Dont throw away the time weve been given
Your religion, makes you vicious
Youre on a mission from hell
Youre waiting for the gates to open
And pretty soon the wings will be put on your shoulders
You say that youve been doing good in your life
But baby, youre going down
My religion...
This lyric was posted anonymously. Not yet confirmed by Book of Metal.
