Taint - Zealots & Whores lyrics

I don't care what the young men say I'll carry on regardless Thoughts of the past will bury me The future is nothing but a memory Poison-tongued harlots, they play Play their whimsical games And those sore old ba*tards keep Up with their slack-jawed habits, yeah Your zealous delusions Make me laugh Ad nauseum I got burn on my lips and I got bane in my blood My rapture is a reverie And I don't care what the f** you say You're no god, no you're not, you're not Your zealous delusions Make me laugh Ad nauseum