The Animal Past Lyrics

(The horned one speaks)

I'll have your soul in a stick!

(A televangelist speaks)

From the days of worshiping the light we came

And now this god wants us to be a blame

What kind of god are you?

What kind of god are you?

That would now have us to be a blame

What kind of god are you?

What kind of god are you?

Do you lend credence to the one below?

What kind of god are you?

What kind of god are you?

Ha! You lend credence to the one below!

The Christian souls who would own this time want you civilized

They want you to worship that which they decide is divine

The money lust and the greedy take from the needy

Not those who are poor but soul is blind

Not walking from the door towards the sunshine

Not listening to what's said inside of their heads

Not listening to what grows inside you

What grows inside you?

What grows inside of you?

I may have missed my mark a bit but look what I find

Bring me back to the animal mind

Bring me back to the animal times

Bring me back to those pagan times

Let me feel clean once before I die

Just bring me

The animal past