Sovereign - Neurosis

Does praying bring a cure to your fear?

And did it improve your pitiful existence?

Don’t you feel you are making yourself a part of the weakest kind?

So you have chosen to be a slave, maybe stupid, maybe blind…

We deny the elite, leaders of the weak

No god we will fear, no cross we will lick

Creating our own rules, we follow no book

The truth is not written, so I draw it up with your blood

Wake up, or die by your own hand

Those who are born slaves have just one way to be saved

Burn it, the effigy of Christ

Deny this book that has filled your mind with lies

Anger let your heart breathe at last

Freedom in our kingdom you will taste

Burn it the effigy of Christ

Deny the holy book of lies

We have no masters, all sovereigns

And we spit on the illegitimate rules

We follow none but our own will

We have not chosen to live in fear of

The idol of weakness, a corpse on a cross

The bastard son of a chimerical god will never lead us

Eternally blinded by the odious masquerade

You dance on the music which leads you to your grave

Your allegiance has destroyed all your willpower

I see in you a caricature of existence, the tortures of freedom

Now you are nothing, just the puppet of an illusion

Slave of nothingness, worshipper of lies

When I see you celebrating the bereavement of reason

When I hear ypour pathetic sob which sound resounds in the night

When I smell your disgusting terror of death, terror of life

When I feel the powerful feebleness which oozes out of your being

Hate becomes my mistress, the autocrat of my heart

I dream of destruction, I wish your mutilation

Wake up, or die by your own hand

Those who are born slaves have just one way to be saved

Hate becomes my mistress, the autocrat of my heart

We prefer damnation, rather submission

So we choose blasphemy as our way of life

Slaves of weakness, we will never let in