paroles de chanson Tyrant - Thou

We′re slaves to conditioning.
Hidden eyes judge us from the heavens, unseen fingers choking free will back down our throats.
You can never escape the foul presence of christianity.
And to ignore the divine contradictions,
And to reject a fictitious morality,
And to scorn superstitions,
And to put your faith in logic--this is the path to your damnation.
And you shall know them by the fruit they bear: intolerance, manipulation, genocide.
All in the name of a god conjured in the imaginations and machinations of men.
How dejected and unfulfilled.
Look to me in hate, pity or indifference,
But don't expect longing or acceptance in these eyes, or in these words
Not for your pompous egotism, boisterous moral posturing, righteous indignation, or resignation to constant suffering.
I would rather burn in hell than cling to man-made falsehoods.
I would rather live in constant doubt and fear, expecting an unfeeling abyss than embrace false hope or extravagant fairy tales.
There is no great shaper in the heavens.
Nothingness awaits.