Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #751
Peak in subgenre #39
Author
Polair
Rights
SACEM
Uploaded
January 21, 2006
Track Files
MP3
MP3 6.0 MB • 128 kbps • 6:36
Story behind the song
Politics & Religions have always been ruling this world since the foundation of society, sometimes in a good way sometimes in a bad. Recent years would certainly be on the bad side, with the all powerful US going to war for wrong reasons. On the other hand, religions keep tearing peoples apart in a bid to determine which one will get the final supremacy and create a new moral order for its own profit.
Lyrics
POLITICS & RELIGIONS
Don’t talk to me about the power of politics & religions
They brought more fear and devastation than safety and salvation
Your call for freedom lies in the hands of plutocrats and politicasters
While holy masses turn into misologists lost in their own grammar
The pulse is sown
I’ve lost the meaning of faith, righteousness, humility and devotion
By contemplating this world through the eye of the adamists and the Christians
I can’t believe in a sovereign overwealthy institution
Who gradually rewrote the scriptures and distorted the original message
The soul’s drying out, ancient feuds are exhumed and revived
Who wants to hear both sides of the story
When the stronger always win the fight
Chopped heads are back at the top of the world
After 200 years in hiding
And it feels too painful to start again from scratch
I hear them march, I hear them calling out, ghosts in wigs are coming back from the past, I hear their mourning, the frock sweeping the ground, inquisition times return right before my eyes, and I’m paralysed
The thirst for power will not leave space for irony or true candour
While dogs of the world are being appointed to tell us where to gather
A flying spree of looting and violence to preach peace and loving
Surprisingly leading to a backfire from an ungrateful nation
The soul’s drying out, ancient feuds are exhumed and revived
Who wants to hear both sides of the story
When the stronger always win the fight
Chopped heads are back at the top of the world
After 200 years in hiding
And it feels too painful to start again from scratch
I hear them march, I hear them calling out, ghosts in wigs are coming back from the past, I hear their mourning, the frock sweeping the ground, inquisition times return right before my eyes, and I’m paralysed
