Your destination is under his will Ugly life makes this fucking world ill Broken hopes are thrown into waste We are the ones by religion chased
Our agony is moved by salvation of prayers Rotten faith - fuck the pope’s eternal affairs They believe - one day they will be all saved But we know this is all motherfucking blind game
God's game Cries and pain Blind game Without aim
You’re a product of forbidden exception Holy words but in sinful conception Book of god is written by liars They don’t want our desires