To Mordi, Regarding Last Night's Conversation Lyrics

And who filled your head with bullshit? Now,

The culprit's riding a gilded cow

Over to a crooked pulpit. How you gonna

Get it out your head?



And it was so appealing in your youth

Some cosmic justice, eternal truth

But when you lost your last baby tooth

No fairy took it away.



And too much religion will just fuck with your head

But if you can't see magic in this world you're better off dead.

I said too much religion will just fuck with your head

But if you can't see magic in this world you're better off dead,

My friend.



And who owns the land where you stand?

Was it taken with a gun in your hand

And a bible in the other? Call it holy and

You can get away with anything.



Listen to the good word's call

Build yourself a nice high wall

Fetishize a tower's fall

And justify some wars.



And too much religion will just fuck with your head

But if you can't see magic in this world you're better off dead.

I said too much religion will just fuck with your head

But if you can't see magic in this world you're better off dead,

My friend.