kyoto now!
Singer:bad religion
it's a matter of prescience
not the science fiction kind
and miracles for the blind
founded on petrochemical plunder
the rules might be elusive
but our pieces are the same
and you know if one goes down we all go down as well
the balance is precarious as anyone can tell
this world's going to hell
this mythologic hopeful monster to exact its price
we can't do nothing and i think someone else will make it right
you might not think it matters now
but what if you are wrong
you might not think there's any wisdom in a fucked up punk rock song
a brutal sun is rising on a sick horizon
exactly like the double-edge of a cold familiar knife
and supremacy weighs heavy on the day
it's never really what you own but what you threw away
and how much did you pay?
you saw a steady state a bounty for eternity
but now the wisdom that sustains us is in full retreat
this mythologic hopeful monster isn't worth the risk
we can't have vision for the future if it can't be fixed
we need a fresh and new religion to run our lives
the arid torpor of inaction will be our demise