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The emotional religion
a practice of bending the knees, falling to the ground, in waves of the word of the heart
a knowing because it comes from the inside
not from the reading of a book, the chanting of a name
the emotional religion creates itself
from the tears of misunderstanding, from the tears of disrespect
go ahead, destroy yourself with addictions and distractions to attempt avoidance
but you created the emotional religion
and you are always praying to it
and they said: we encourage you to dress conservatively, speak softly,
a monkey is sitting at the desk, writing a long letter of disapproval
they are handed out to each of us
but the religion, it has strange practices
walking alone in the cold rain, burning the books
running naked in a field, telling a joke to the clown pope
we know what costumes we wear
we know what costumes others wear
pope on a rope, no rhyme for reason
the babies are painting the cribs black
the woman in the shawl
stench of cheap perfume
chemical fires are burning on the skin
enter the flourescent halo of the modern church
get your own flourescent halo
before the energy crisis reaches us too
wired hearts to a grand machine
the mass media cried: energy crisis! and gave us all triple by pass surgery
rewired our hearts to realize that we dont even notice anymore
is this my life? I didnt even notice....
did something just happen? as we ly on our death beds...
a practice of bending the knees, falling to the ground, in waves of the word of the heart
a knowing because it comes from the inside
not from the reading of a book, the chanting of a name
the emotional religion creates itself
from the tears of misunderstanding, from the tears of disrespect
go ahead, destroy yourself with addictions and distractions to attempt avoidance
but you created the emotional religion
and you are always praying to it
and they said: we encourage you to dress conservatively, speak softly,
a monkey is sitting at the desk, writing a long letter of disapproval
they are handed out to each of us
but the religion, it has strange practices
walking alone in the cold rain, burning the books
running naked in a field, telling a joke to the clown pope
we know what costumes we wear
we know what costumes others wear
pope on a rope, no rhyme for reason
the babies are painting the cribs black
the woman in the shawl
stench of cheap perfume
chemical fires are burning on the skin
enter the flourescent halo of the modern church
get your own flourescent halo
before the energy crisis reaches us too
wired hearts to a grand machine
the mass media cried: energy crisis! and gave us all triple by pass surgery
rewired our hearts to realize that we dont even notice anymore
is this my life? I didnt even notice....
did something just happen? as we ly on our death beds...