Touch of My Religion - Júníus Meyvant

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