Kemerov - Back Patters Lyrics

Don't try to wake me
From the trance I'm lost in
Don't try to turn me
Back from the road of sweet sin

Don't pat my back gently
Professing to know me well
Unlike what you think you know
I myself got some stories to tell

If I am going to kneel
I'll worship none but myself
No chance I'm going to kneel
I believe only in myself

Your condescending attitude
Only makes me see red
Your intransigent conviction
Insults my common sense

Don't attempt to convince me
With your verbal diarrhea
When your whole belief system
Is based on pure sick fear

See through the dome they've put upon you
Open those damn holes they call eyes
Quit trying to show others the way
And see it yourself for once