As we find ourselves barely conscious, we struggle to our knees
Looking for a sign that says this is life, and not a dream
There is a sign and it read: «hope is the leash of submission»
Moral bondage forges its cage, once again filling us with guilt and shame
Moral bondage tightens its grip, once again crushing us with fault and blame
For how long will we carry these crippling loads?
And when will we unlearn the lies, refuse the cost and throw it all to the dogs?
Throw it all, throw it all, throw it all, throw it all to the dogs!
Signs statements of release Relinquishing all duties
Offer a refusal with no regrets
Sever the religious romantic ties
Throw off the guilt and the faithfulness
For how long will we carry these crippling loads?
And when will we unlearn the lies, refuse the cost and throw it all to the dogs?