Sometimes we think that we know all The things that will happen with us tomorrow So what you’ll do when your plans fall And what if something goes wrong
Try to separate your sins from your holy words Still your idols will fall
Divine outreach is spreading forth As censers burn the air we’re breathing Just put your problems on a cross The less you think the more you’re happy Let’s see who’s happy now!
Try to separate your sins from your holy words Still your idols will fall War, all you will get is war Watch, your idols will fall