Inflicted

Back in the day when I was little Minaya

Trooping it in the a.m. to the school fo the Messiah

Religious information being inflicted

My pineal gland was getting addicted

From these nun that were twisted

They probably drank the holy water to get shifted

Nothing against religion, but we all become victims

Like millions...

Who face these symptoms

Handing out fliers on street corners dressed like pilgrims

Preaching on scriptures that were written

No one has seen these things written

But we listen

Sitting their like a deer caught in a headlight

This sermonizer speaker volumes whether its wrong or right

Glued to how his voice raises in strength in monotone

He has full control

Of this overdosed episode he has us all on overload

Our minds racing not to overflow

We feel in the zone uncontrolled

Go home all alone, feeling decomposed

From all these churches rodeos

Blood vessels start to explode

But  although

People keep fighting for their life on a mission

Praying to make things disappear like a magician