Strangled [song lyric]

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Here is a song giving my personal take on organised religion – which I believe to be one of the greatest troublemakers in the world. Religion tends ultimately to bring death and destruction rather than life and creation. This world needs spirituality rather than religion…

Ligatures are deadly
When wrapped around your throat
Squeeze the blood out from your heart
And stifle all your hope
Put yourself in shackles
Whip yourself in chains
Try to live life by some rules
Which screwed-up men have made.

What’s your religion?
Killing fields I spy
What’s your religion?
So afraid to die
What’s your religion?
Need to live a lie
While the crowd carries on with its dance
And the clones all bow down in a trance

Fit into a pattern
Handed down the line
Your mouth is gagged, your hands are tied
You’re strangled by the vine
Trying to find some meaning
You can only sit and stare
’Cause all you ever find is that
The black hole’s always there.

What’s your religion?
Killing fields I spy
What’s your religion?
So afraid to die
What’s your religion?
Need to live a lie
While the crowd carries on with its dance
And the clones all bow down in a trance

Long ago you used to have
Imaginary friends
Now you’ve grown the friends have gone
And loneliness descends
Find yourself a father
Mother goddess too
Rising like a phoenix from
the ashes of the zoo.

What’s your religion?
Killing fields I spy
What’s your religion?
So afraid to die
What’s your religion?
Need to live a lie
While the crowd carries on with its dance
And the clones all bow down in a trance

Guard your soul from darkness
Or stolen it will be
By dead tradition’s cobweb wrap
Around your family
It’s all the same delusion
Wearing different clothes
Parasites in thin disguise
Whose snare must be exposed

What’s your religion?
Killing fields I spy
What’s your religion?
So afraid to die
What’s your religion?
Need to live a lie
While the crowd carries on with its dance
And the clones all bow down in a trance

Keep your heart in freedom
Or you will surely find
The high priest with his iron rod
Will take away your mind
The time has come to make a stand
It’s time to sow a seed
Peace, love, truth and honour
Are the ‘weapons’ you will need

What’s your religion?
Leave it all behind
What’s your religion?
Then the truth you’ll find
What’s your religion?
Your heart will be aligned
While the world wearies on with its play
And the pawns move around on the stage

 

© 2010, Alan Morrison

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