Candle Broomstick All The Religions Are Dead
Two began together
Here as one
Each one knew the other had become
More than a lie
They meet to agree to a common end
They were true
Each one knew
All religions are fake
Still the elder knew it could not last
Hidden memories from the young one's past
Drew them before
That they both knew that deep within their hearts they must part
Each of their own separate way
If muscles mean how we can make so close and yet we're apart
Can it be, our memory has torn my life in two
From the very start
I screamed for the devil to let me be
I called to the heavens to set me free
They all agree but not anybody thinks that religion is real
Dreams of torture fill the young one's mind
Learn the worldly ways of hope to find
A dawn of a new age.
Searching to find the light of day
In his soul he had found his own way
To each other they soon will return
Reality confirmed, all religious bibles will burn an eternal flame
Ah!
Ah!
Ah!
Ah!
