Holy Sons - Things You Do While Waiting For The Apocalypse lyrics

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Amen to the search for the knowledge of this world Wishing that it sprang from every soul like a pearl Did you do your own research? Did you build from the ground your own church? Down with the written histories (for those burned up books that we cannot read) Celebrate the graves that you stand upon This is love to the deaths that I'm standing on A claustrophobic magic spirals, sickens and swirls Can you feel the failure that I've felt with the girls? Liberation's out, bring the mind-prisons back in Get'em safe, Keep'em safe Forget the past, Through eras their sickness lasts Obsolescence, Pre-designed Been picking fights with that lobotomized mind Lock-down commencing soon Too many graveyards on the moon I can't forget until my mind dies Just tell the future eras we tried We're sending up flares, breed in good pairs Fight with bare hands to occupy their chairs I can't forget until my mind dies (Thanks to Bruce for these lyrics)