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*** Autor textu: Robert Brown *** Autor hudby: Abney Park
A hero and a deity
on heroin or vanity
to jack their personality
beyond normal humanity.
a crowd of massed humanity
bows and worships diligently
he's built a loyal following
and they steer him thoroughly
but jealous man plots from the pews
no need for valid righteousness
one slightly truthful word set free
will turn the tides quite easily
our accusations need not be
what would bury mortal man
The sins of our own deity are tiny
but on these we stand
R: We don't cry
for the gods that die by our hands
We throw stones if our gods
take a stand
We create and destroy our
stigmata martyrs
So once upon the podium
a crucifix we then erect
and nail our hero heartily
hands and feet, we bind his neck
the reason for our worship fades
our Idol drenched in his own blood
forgotten are the virtues that
we valued beyond royalty
such joy we dig his shallow grave
anticipating pains to come
we watch the wriggling dance of death
and laugh light hearted at deaths fun
our flawless idol is cast down
cast down to pay for all our sins
to watch our savior crucified
we dignified comparisons
we pounded out the joyous light
our saviors buried now for years
a legend now of time gone by
a martyr of forgotten tears
Abney Park:
