Nightmare in a Church - Eshtadur

You close your eyes and imagine

Your drawing dreams

Listen to words from a sermon you´re not convinced

Why don’t you apply commandments?

You think you´re more than me

You kneel down pretending as devotee

Praying words from a sermon you´re not convinced

World is claiming your attention

You feel as sovereign

1Zealots and theists

How many are there

Complaining the living, complaining the dead

Utopias your fiction, a colony itself

Paying tithe for those

Who never need it

Your blind affection, the hungry, the slaves

Apostles' corruption, the rich and snakes

Th calyx murky, the incense as fog

You´r sweating, you’re having a nightmare in a church

Nightmare in a church

You´re muttering texts written by man

You´re whispering verses you don’t comprehend

Enslaving voices, being manipulate

What haste for wasting your Eden

The end of the pages and four deadly horses

Unusual events, not happened before

You think that you´re dreaming

But it´s something more

Illusions and madness, a nightmare in a church

Do you know you´re bleeding?

In your eyes appearing, through the darkest mind