Christ On Parade - Lifes**er lyrics

History has conditioned. Pounded through like pistons. The truth is so obscure. When you´re only seeking to be secure- secure like the womb or a four-walled room- can only be a tomb. Full of stifeling gloom. Secured in the gloom of a four- walled tomb return to the womb of your stifeling room- your future lies in education education through degredation degredation through segregration- segregration from everyone and everything. Lifes**er, fearf**er, d**h woreship, lifes who*eship, have you got a place in the human race? (who said life was fair?)*