Touch of My Religion

Fault lightning
Blowing up inside of me
I go to war
Gloom’s biting
Growing mould inside of me
I go to war
Just to give you a touch of my religion
Going rogue on many silhouettes of doom
Fault lightning
Blowing up inside of me
I go to war
Fools biting
Growing mould all over me
Must go to war
Just to give you a touch of my religion
Going rogue on many silhouettes of doom
No more hiding
Away from old away from young
Who done me wrong
No more fighting
No more hate no more debate
Saying no to war
Just to give you a touch of my religion
Going rogue on many silhouettes of bloom