Interpret:

Ministry

Album:

The Mind Is a Terrible Thing To Taste

is anybody here? 
is everybody here? 
the service is about to begin! 


i make my servant by fires insidious 
instead of the laughter, there's the last of the separated jewels 
i'll make dust of the whole damned wall 
i'll make hovels for all the worms 
i left off my hands to save these idiot bastards 
bastards! 


me and cellmate have lost again for ever 
the sun shines and i breathe 'my father...' 
i want so much to remove your past 
and deliver your neurotic flesh from evil 


grab this giant's hand 
grab this giant's hand 
grab this giant's hand 
grab this giant's hand 


but i'm only allowed to touch what i know 
and all that i know are hypocrites 
liars and witches who burned in the name of human fear 


you will never believe 
never believe 


we haven't much time left 


evening will come 
and with it the equivalent 
of the devil's animals 
with fear to come 
they ask of us favors we cannot fulfill 
they ask, curse at us, and we smile 
caught in conviction 
a crowd of senseless individuals 
will go further than both love and greed 
as the clear salvation -- the future is here! 


you will never believe 
never believe