Manatarms - A.S.P.I.R.I.N. lyrics

Truth, was that you? Who try to scoop, your fate uncertain Lie, was that you? Who always were addicted to weakness (So what the problem is) Know what version is real What part should he trust Who he might condemn Who his conscious blame The gods are hiding What men are looking for There living Cause something is wrong, Something is missing Now, he drunk from the anesthetist liquid Forced by an institution who persist to find a mystic, a metaphysic formula To explain and control behavior. Using figures, idols, who don't belong and never will to certain things. Hey dear brother, maintain your thinking within your freedom. Don't flatter!! If you want to progress leave those papers down below . Don't trust them, no The thing you must do now, forget that crap about Heaven and angels will be useless among these grounds This lie has a name its call superstition Superstition. Trust no fear, Fear only the line of bishop's minds They are trying to control And traying to make your way We still are in time for your medicine They make you to see How they want you to be Come out of the dream its better Seldom you put on practice thosse ideologies Often you prefer to look to the side When you have to answer why And its because there is no answer it's because you try to supply our imperfection And win the war of the existence with celestial allies Illusion to control men kind Gonna make you a lamb of the flock.