Spiritale - Theolatry of Your Own | Текст песни

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Your belief is fatally growing
Tonight:
No right!
Theolatry of your own! x3

There is no time,
There is no future,
If you believe in him.
The creature doesn't exist
You are an escapist.

There is no truth,
There are no feelings
He used to tend a herd.
Ingenuous men and women,
They are so even.

I'm not seen
It is my ability
In this world
It is invisibility
The door is closed
For the mass information
Do you want to hear my
Revelation?

I got rid of the
Useless hopeful lies
In this world
We can only agonize
No one, but you can
Decide life and fate of yours
Do you want to try just once
Make a choice

There is no time,
There is no future,
If you believe in him.
The creature doesn't exist
You are an escapist.

There is no truth,
There are no feelings
He used to tend a herd.
Ingenuous men and women,
They are so even.

There is no time,
There is no future,
If you believe in him.
The creature doesn't exist
You are an escapist.

There is no hope,
There is no progress,
If you are weak and blind
Easier to trust the sacred
Than go on with your mind

Your belief is fatally growing
Tonight:
No right!
Theolatry of your own! x3

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