Tekster:
Bad Religion The Process Of Belief

With nothing better to do No one to come home to I woefully conclude To take it out on you I'm bored to the extreme This world of foolish dreams Disillusion

Woah Woah Woah Who do you believe can put some meaning in your life? Meaning in your life, meaning in your life Who do you conceive to provide you guidance

A new age of reason brain treason to trick the mind What good is searching if nothings there to find We arrive at this place of no return my brothers

She said, "Thanks but I'm broken" I guess you must have misspoken What a laugh I've never been chosen by anyone She was barely a teen hangin' out in-

Father, can you hear me? How have I let you down? I curse the day that I was born And all the sorrow in this world Let me take you to the herding ground

Nothing comes easier than madness in the world today Mass paranoia is a mode not a melody Yeah, I'd like to watch a 1,000 cable channels but there's nothing

Hey you, is there something worth aspiring to? And can it be found in a record store? Well, it's not there anymore Just think of all the things we did

: Well am I making haste or could it be haste is making me What's time but a thing to kill or keep or buy or lose or live in I gotta go faster Keep

: She said Thanks but I'm broken I guess You must have misspoken What a laugh I've never been chosen by anyone She was barely a teen Hanging