Tribal Convictions

Dance for masters, primitive Full of colors, offensive I've just arrived Like a flash in the dark My life has been Lit up like a spark They turn around the big fire They sing a song to get higher I've just got here To find under brains I'll watch their voodoo That starts the rain Are there any forces Are there two faces Are there some chances We've never seen, that before It's what we've been, waiting for It just arrived To save our lives The flying lord The god of all time Have no idea, .what it thinks But have no fear, we trust it It is the leader Of our sacred wars Came from the sky It rules so far Are there any forces Are there two faces Are there some chances They're searching for something Something to believe in, Their convictions Blood effusion Is it a crime Their convictions Self-destruction At the right time Their convictions Exploitation Under the sigh It's gonna be more It's gonna be war It's gonna be, Who's the god Who's the dog Who's the dog Who's god, Who's dog Who's god, Who's dog Who's god, Who's dog Who's god, Who's dog