Tekstovi: Project Pitchfork. Silent Scream.

Blocked mind
You can't go through
Mismanipulated move
I can't handle this
Controlled dreams
The real one
Never comes through
Passive eyes
They never will see through

Silent screams, causing no reaction (x2)

The maggot is waving with the cross
Living in his own world, he thinks he is the boss
Celebrating rituals he'll never understand
And the worst thing is the world lies in his hands
God is dying in mother's womb
So trust your own instinct... stop the holy bomb

Constructed ways built up for us
You feel the comfort, you spend them your trust
Decisions about things you can't know
Will made by them
Will made by them

Controlled dreams
The real one
Never comes through
Passive eyes
They never will see through
So spit on this lie
And find your own aim

The maggot is waving with the cross
Living in his own world, he thinks he is the boss
Celebrating rituals he'll never understand
And the worst thing is the world lies in his hands
God is dying in mother's womb
So trust your own instinct... stop the holy bomb

Stop the holy bomb...