INCONSEQUENTIAL WORDS from NUEVA INGLATERRA by LOS BUNGALITOS

Spend your time reciting words from books long meaningless.
Your naïve self pretending that mere words will solve the problems of the “condemned"
while ironically their Hell is kept in place, is kept in place,
is kept in place by those deemed redeemers.
They don't listen, they don't care,
when the quickest path to heaven comes from needles in their veins.
No one listens, no one cares.
Maybe if you listened to their plight
you will come to realize that dead gods are not forthcoming.
But you'd be the one doomed to “Hell" for your disdain.
Repent! Repent!
'Cause you're the one that's going to burn.
You don't listen.
You don't care.
Well the only thing you care is your image in front of a herd
that does not listen, 'cause it does not care.
Words alone won't, words alone won’t, words alone won’t, words alone won’t
lift the weight of every cross.
GOD IS DEAD.

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