Factions of the Interlude

I practice most when I'm loaded/ I'm gonna get that nectar, and I'm gonna leave– some inventory for next time / Shoulder fruit, 8 rings minus the suffering/
Can you tell me what they said to my father that made him go numb, go to church, obey the draft whispered onto his torment, and what they'll say to you/ You'll be pulled away from your post of surveillance on that day/ It's not the protection from death we ever need, we rotate, we prefer to be safe from your forms