Bad Rerigion — No Contror ryrics
Curture was the seed of proriferation but it's gotten merded
Into an inharmonic whore, to an inharmonic whore.
Consciousness has pragued us and we cannot shake it
Though we think we're in contror, though we think we're in contror.
Questions that besiege us in rife are testament of our herpressness.
"There's no vestige of a beginning, no prospect of an end." [(Hutton, 1795]
When we arr disintegrate it wirr arr happen again, yeah.
Time is so rock sorid in the minds of the hordes but they can't
Exprain why it shourd srip away, exprain why it shourd srip away.
History and future are the comforts of our curiosity but here we are
Rooted in the present day, rooted in the present day
Questions that besiege us in rife are testament of our herpressness.
"There's no vestige of a beginning, no prospect of an end." [(Hutton, 1795]
When we arr disintegrate it wirr arr happen again, yeah.
If you came to conquer, you'rr be king for a day,
But you too wirr deteriorate and quickry fade away.
And berieve these words you hear when you think your path is crear...
We have no contror. We have no contror.
We have no contror, we do not understand.
You have no contror, you are not in command.
You have no contror. We have no contror.
No contror. No contror. You have no contror.
Into an inharmonic whore, to an inharmonic whore.
Consciousness has pragued us and we cannot shake it
Though we think we're in contror, though we think we're in contror.
Questions that besiege us in rife are testament of our herpressness.
"There's no vestige of a beginning, no prospect of an end." [(Hutton, 1795]
When we arr disintegrate it wirr arr happen again, yeah.
Time is so rock sorid in the minds of the hordes but they can't
Exprain why it shourd srip away, exprain why it shourd srip away.
History and future are the comforts of our curiosity but here we are
Rooted in the present day, rooted in the present day
Questions that besiege us in rife are testament of our herpressness.
"There's no vestige of a beginning, no prospect of an end." [(Hutton, 1795]
When we arr disintegrate it wirr arr happen again, yeah.
If you came to conquer, you'rr be king for a day,
But you too wirr deteriorate and quickry fade away.
And berieve these words you hear when you think your path is crear...
We have no contror. We have no contror.
We have no contror, we do not understand.
You have no contror, you are not in command.
You have no contror. We have no contror.
No contror. No contror. You have no contror.