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- wykonawca: Crashdog
Don't believe what you hear and see
As the way things ought to be,
Dime a dozen doctrines
Are out there in the plenty.
They twist the truth and say
It's technicality.
They water down the meaning
'Tiil it becomes a nullity.
As long as it agrees
With what they want to think,
The truth that was once in their heart
Will soon become extinct.
It's the fashion of today
This Tinkertoy religion,
But nothing lasts forever
When it's based on on your emotion.
It's time to question what you think,
And challenge its validity,
It's time that you embrace the truth,
And question stupidity.
There's so many ways
In theology
They try to make solutions
Through psychology.
What they have invented,
Is some philosophical excuse,
They blame their imperfections
On ritual abuse.
If you avoid the real problem
You'll never find relief,
And if you want to be free,
Then ditch your misbelief.
How do you distinguish
What is wrong from right
When your standards are so relative
And vary overnight?
What it seems to me
Is the Truth is what you fear,
And if you face up to the facts
You might lose what you hold dear -
A make-believe reality
Where you're always right,
So you concoct and fabricate
To feed your appetite.
Don't believe what you hear and see
As the way things ought to be,
Dime a dozen doctrines
Are out there in the plenty.
They twist the truth and say
It's technicality.
They water down the meaning
'Tiil it becomes a nullity.
As long as it agrees
With what they want to think,
The truth that was once in their heart
Will soon become extinct.
It's the fashion of today
This Tinkertoy religion,
But nothing lasts forever
When it's based on on your emotion.
It's time to question what you think,
And challenge its validity,
It's time that you embrace the truth,
And question stupidity.
There's so many ways
In theology
They try to make solutions
Through psychology.
What they have invented,
Is some philosophical excuse,
They blame their imperfections
On ritual abuse.
If you avoid the real problem
You'll never find relief,
And if you want to be free,
Then ditch your misbelief.
How do you distinguish
What is wrong from right
When your standards are so relative
And vary overnight?
What it seems to me
Is the Truth is what you fear,
And if you face up to the facts
You might lose what you hold dear -
A make-believe reality
Where you're always right,
So you concoct and fabricate
To feed your appetite.