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The molecules are bouncing off my face, abound for all directions
And when you take me to that empty place, I can see you lack direction
Saint Peter meter reader, make my life a mission
You've got your list and you're checking it twice, denying my admission
Gonna form a religion
Make up our own minds
Destroy tradition and lies
Now the bullets penetrate my flesh and are propelled by your conviction
But your crusading days are done, I'll make my own decision
Gonna form a religion
Make up our own minds
Destroy tradition and lies
If I can stick my hands into this land with no demands
Oh, if I can stick my hands into this land with no demands
The molecules are bouncing off my face, abound for all directions
And when I step into my power trip, please hold me, cause I'm frightened
Gonna form a religion
Make up our own minds
Destroy tradition and lies
If I can stick my hands into this land with no demands
Oh, if I can stick my hands into this land with no demands
I'm spreading out, I'm spreading down
And the ground, it consumes me
I'm spreading out, I'm spreading down
And the ground, it breaks me down, it takes me down
And it consumes me