A useless knowledge,
Is better than college.
A sound of freedom all we miss.
When I'll realize what I can do,
You'll walk the line, take care of you.
Now, all is changing,
But we're still trapped in faith constructs.
That helps my soul,
That helps my soul...
We killed our gods
But we create the newest ones.
We killed our gods (we killed our gods)
But it's not a chance.
So I can try to canalize
The energy I have,
Trying to do what,
Trying to do what
Helps my soul.
I'm just telling we're not save.
Helps my soul.
We're simply fucking slaves.
Helps my soul.
There's a tiny little escape.
Helps my soul.
Art is the only thing we have.
Forty-one million reasons why
I take a look inside my mind
But I'm obsessed with being right.
I painted with my guts,
So take care of me.
I don't want to trust in anyone;
So unstable...
Old Gods are six feet down
But we created...
Old Gods are six feet down
But we created, but we created...
But we create the newest ones.
Art is saving me,
But we create the newest ones.