Into the temple
I see the hell
now understand the business
in your head
I see your disguise
and your stinking scheme
and the people run
buying your deceit

See the money is your only god
see the people and your foolish souls
in your mirror say stupid words
The people listen and the people buy
see the money, see your souls
see your mirror on the wall

you talk but Mr. money
is the only god who understands
you talk like the only teacher
like in a school of drain
you say a thousand falsehoods
and the people kill their sons
Your lie is a perfect weapon
for the stupid lambs

Inquisition contradiction
in the house od god.
Say your prayers for the salvation
of your rotten soul
In your temple say your prayers
for the divine hell
in the night your prayers flying
only to the hell

Dress to kill my reveal mind
the black sheep in your herd
only I am a trouble in your head?
Dress to kill your public hope
your eyes are like a drug
and the money is your only god

Solo

Inquisition contradiction
in the house od god.
Say your prayers for the salvation
of your rotten soul
In your temple say your prayers
for the divine hell
in the night your prayers flying
only to the hell

Dress to kill my reveal mind
the black sheep in your herd
only I am a trouble in your head?
Dress to kill your public hope
your eyes are like a drug
and the money is your only god

Dress to kill
find me in your herd
because your nightmares now are my face
and the pison in your blood this night will exploit your head
Dress to kill
I find your lie
My arrows break your cinic plan
now my words exploit and you are dead

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