A Religion of Its Own
Take away the father
Take away the son
Now take away the holy ghost
And wonder where they’re gone
You’re standing there
On your own
Watching the temple of science
A religion of its own
Do away with borders
Do away with norm
But don’t reject the paper and key
Let’s stick to words and form
But take away
All the gods
Even the ones from the far-far east
And the ones you don’t think belong
Make a quick exhalation
Leave your lungs up in the air
Don’t expect explanation
There are no words anywhere
They slipped out of the portholes
And abandoned the ship
Of which you’re the main captive
While you desperately try to forgive
Take away the language
Take away the sign
Now take away all phoney things
That’s queuing up in line
Don’t think twice
Don’t hesitate
You’ll just lose your mind
Or you’ll suffocate
Hey now, there’s no escape
No gettin' away
Hey punk, all talk of deconstruction
Just leads astray
All the speeches
Imprisons and confines
Uh, you’ll finally find
It’s not just what you need
Hey, hey
Hey, hey
Take away the father
Take away the son
Now take away the holy ghost
And wonder where they’re gone
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Cover: Lars Winther 2017
