The Answer - Warrior Soul

Plastic leaders seem like insects, tortured cities lost beyond

Pleasure films of landscape, dirt on royal gowns

The man said to cop, «Religion, all I want is peace»

He said, «This was the land of freedom but it’s not for free»

But I found the answers

But I found the answers

Yeah, to the problems they’re in my head

Man destroy the system

Heavy metal fire fading, lost again until the dawn

Psychedelic friction healing statues carved from Gods

Searching for our true believers, please count me as one

But you know I can’t be your savior 'cause I need my own

But I found the answers

But I found the answers

Yeah, to the problems they’re in my head

Man kill the administration

Heavy metal fire fading, lost again until the dawn

Little sister, she’s been saying plastic prayers to God

Heavy metal fire fading, lost again until the dawn

Little sister, she’s been saying plastic prayers to God

Find the answers, yeah, to your problems

Find the answers, yeah, to your problems

I’ve laid down Lord, I’ve laid down, Lord

Visualizing a cool breeze demolition

And sacred fevers on rivers weeping insanity

Builders of cities, destroyers of worlds

Kings of extinction, I am no longer yours