Lyrics

Fast Food Religion
Intro – Rev. Ibizza Spoken Word
Brothers and Sisters of the land
I implore you, nay, beg of you
Take your daily dose of faith
Seek not truth but comfort
Ignore the work needed inside
For your masks are but sufficient
Sheep on my lemmings, sheep on

Take my hand, as we walk willingly into the water
Paint my face, before we go out to the slaughter
Say a simple prayer and all will be forgiven
Absolved of sin, now go and do it all again

Deliver my faith in half of an hour
Cuz I’ve got somewhere to be
…and I’m starving

You can’t leave me here, with this mess to explain
Bodies strewn carelessly, leftovers in your name
I’ve read the cliff notes on, every kind of Jesus
A hero with a thousand faces, that no one really believes in

Collect for my plate in half of an hour
Cuz I’ve got somewhere to go
..and my change is low

Squeezed every stone, there’s no blood for wine today
Settled dues don’t build stairs up to heaven’s gate
The purpose of your passion, corrupted by the power
Truth shows less is more, but temptation craves devour

Solve for my hate in half of an hour
Cuz I’ve got something to do
…and that’s namely you

Claims you’ll lift me up, enlighten all that is
No books or pilgrimage can reveal what is within

Deliver my soul in half of an hour
Cuz I’ve got no more to say
…and death awaits

Brothers and Sisters of the land
I implore you, nay, beg of you
This drive through is but a doorway
Eat your fast-food religion every day
Ignore your betterment
For your soul is but sufficient
So sheep on my lemmings, sheep on