Testo Tribal Convictions

Dance for masters, primitive

Full of colors, offensive

I've just arrived

Like a flash in the dark
My life has been

Lit up like a spark

They turn around the big fire

They sing a song to get higher

I've just got here

To find under brains

I'll watch their voodoo

That starts the rain
Are there any forces

Are there two faces

Are there some chances

We've never seen, that before

It's what we've been, waiting for

It just arrived

To save our lives

The flying lord

The god of all time

Have no idea, .what it thinks

But have no fear, we trust it

It is the leader

Of our sacred wars

Came from the sky

It rules so far

Are there any forces

Are there two faces

Are there some chances

They're searching for something

Something to believe in,

Their convictions

Blood effusion

Is it a crime

Their convictions

Self-destruction

At the right time

Their convictions

Exploitation

Under the sigh

It's gonna be more

It's gonna be war

It's gonna be,

Who's the god

Who's the dog

Who's the dog

Who's god, Who's dog

Who's god, Who's dog

Who's god, Who's dog

Who's god, Who's dog