I lost my trust in God I'm under the command of his slaves Forced to pray in a god I don't believe in
if I rebel beatings and kicking If I give up no freedom Dying is the last hope
Jury of bastards They judge me according to their meters no possibility of appeal
Force you to believe In their ideal of command Taken away from your will Their thought is law
They feel the fear They exploit it for plagiarize you weapon of control
God as expedient the great savior which saves everyone
The Joy of control The pleasure of manipulation The Ecstasy of domain
Force you to believe In their ideal of command Taken away from your will Their thought is law
They're watching you They listen They ensure
Utopia created to deceive existence free from pain just a lie to enslave
The Time of Cleansing The purification of the impure the extermination of the wicked
Force you to believe In their ideal of command Taken away from your will Their thought is lawTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
