Are you scared by the horsemen which are bringing the end? Are you afraid to be working at Saturday noon? Look inside yourself, do you know who you are? Can you see the truth or you're desperately blind?
Close your ears for their tales of creation and fictitious virginity. Don't turn your head to the lying idols of their community.
Anger leads to the darkest points of your soul. You've got to stop and think what is real and what's fantasy. Artificial smiles on their faces are never outspoken. You never know their intentions' purpose.
Salvation, salvation... Shut up, fags, it's mission impossible! Damnation, damnation... Look, in that I would believe!
Close your ears for their tales of creation and fictitious virginity. Don't turn your head to the lying idols of their community.
Burning witches, dividing souls, stolen weekends in spiritual halls. Murdering infidels, 'cause they're different, making victims from innocent persons. That's what their meaning of life is!
God, help us, God, help us! Long enough, fools, can't you see God is dead?! God, help us, God, help us! Shame on you, shame on all of you!
Close your ears for their tales of creation and fictitious virginity. Don't turn your head to the lying idols of their community.
Filling our minds with the words of their anthems, stealing our money for making their temples, calling us sinners in cases we can't satisfact they've expected for. We've got a chance to react their lies! That's what their meaning of life is!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
