Текст песни The Religion of Me - Drew Danburry

Well you stopped floundering in the summer of 2006
You stamped the wet cement of time and stopped to watch it sit
But there's a mindless repetition filling you with rage
And there's a seedy character, he's always crashing stage

Asphyxiated bombs or clocks, stuffed full of hollow time
You can sway with tides or currents, but you'll only find
There's a pariah pressing in, a pugilist by trade
He'll square away for atavistic archetypes and saints

And while we walk with imitation Cleopatra fakes
Our heavy insecurity will burden and will break
'Cause there's a cheering cavalcade, a chorus that will swell
And it will shatter scintillating things they try to sell