Текст песни «Bad Religion - The Voracious March Of Godliness»

Sinse the start of the 17th century
There's been the scent of unseasoned wood burning in the air
And the conquest of nature meant nothing at all
While we betray exception we take all that is there

Motives are translucent in the reflection of shame
The actions ghostly remnants of our ancestral ways
And unwittingly,you just take your place in this parade
The voracious march of godliness makes us all in the same anyway

Since the dawn of our human family
There's been concetrated sepsis blowing in the breeze
And we turned to each other with ferocity
Desperation,forced,without reprieve

But the missions were misguided and the trammeled led astray
The air resounds with thunder as the victors seized the day
And the haunting voice of history lives ignored but not betrayed
The voracious march of godliness will get us close to heaven one day