Belief - Amebix

Have you ever watched them as they gather there on Sundays

In grotesque clothes as tokens of esteem

And stoop beneath the musty pulpit, ready to submit

Their bodies and their souls to the machine

It’s normal to submit

To feed the holy leech

To sell yourself to slavery

Believe in what they preach

The smell of the church lies like guilt upon their shoulders

Oppressive silence dulls the brain, accept

Kneel in repentance, you will accept our doctrine

And share in all the relics we have kept

People must believe in ways to eliminate their freedom

The church is just like bondage of the brain

It’s frightening to realise what’s happening outside

Obscure the view with Christ on coloured panes