Utwór znakomicie wprowadzający w świąteczny nastrój.
There is no God to save you all... your temple is a shopping mall... Faith is blind and based in fear of living like we're supposed to here. Prayers are wishes, not commands; The books of fiction in your hands are meant to teach us to divide ourselves in groups for genocide...
we never did sail away we never had time to grow you know I really wanted to stay but I had to go...
