Текст Bad Religion – Cease

Blacktop pavement cover me
Like a chemical reaction or a steam roller
Spreading randomly

There’s a distant buzz and a low frequency

Institution on the Hill
Like a beacon in the mind of an ancestor
To ignite a people’s will

There’s a shadowed stain on the west facade
It has spread like decay to enshroud the fraud
And the descendants find it, oh, so odd
(oh, so odd)
What pretension! Everlasting peace
Everything must cease

Grave memorial hewn white stone
Like the comforting caress of a mother
Or a friend you’ve always known

It evokes such pain and significance
What was once, is reduced to remembrance
And the generations pass without recompense
What pretension! Everlasting peace
Everything must cease