Saints, all saints are crying empty tears Look at you, your rotten soul starts to appear Run, run for your life, this is the end And tonight your god will not give you his strength
Some statue carved in stone Is waiting for you
Pray, pray, pray for the empty wisdom Pray, pray, pray for your filthy heart
So what? Where is your perfect saviour? Drop dead, cause hell is on its way If your holy tales exist, you will burn like a Judas kiss Oh no…I can’t wait to see you dead
No statue carved in stone Is praying for you
Pray, pray, pray for the empty wisdom Pray, pray, pray for your filthy heart
Wasted out into this madness Day by day you pray Falling down onto your knees Just to justify your greed
Pray, pray, pray for the empty wisdom Pray, pray, pray for your filthy heart