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 grand fire They sing a song to get higher I've just got here to find underbrains 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 infusion 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? It's gonna be more It's gonna be war It's gonna be who's the God? 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?