Next Year

So the faithful get the future
But I'm looking hard to see
But it looks from where I'm standing
Just like desperate belief
So I spit on my prayerbook
And laugh at its pain
Oh I'm burning, am I?
Then where's the fucking flames?

Religion can't [?] of abusers
Art doesn't solve
It just makes excuses
Impartial technology has learned to make friends
Is this really where it ends?

I'm ashamed for myself
I'm ashamed for myself
I'm ashamed for myself

Sleepyheads are gonna die
There's gonna be [?] on the rise
Cash your fears out loud and pray
Prayers have no effect on stormclouds
So I spit on my prayerbook
And laugh at its pain
Oh I'm burning, am I?
Then where's the fucking flames?

Religion kept hold
The artist fell silent
Was a real pain
The future is hung
From the hooks of the past
I've seen next year
And it's just like the last

I'm ashamed for myself
I'm ashamed for myself
I'm ashamed for myself