Sick of Devotion

Your institution, yes your conspiracy -
Call it religion, call it big cheat
Searching redemption – this is the wrong way
You're only frightening people feeding your machine

Someone told you to live like a beggar
And you wear golden clothes in your show

I'm sick of this devotion
To something stealing souls and lives
Abuts on prostitution
Can't you see this lies?

No sense of regret, no feeling of guilt
Repressing people for thousands of years
You carry on your bloody way
And your believers have to live on with fear

Someone told you to live like a beggar
And you wear golden clothes in your show
How many lives could have been saved
In your houses full of fuckin' gold

I'm sick of this devotion
To something stealing souls and lives
Abuts on prostitution
Can't you see this lies?

You're going down and down, your dying slowly, no one wants to hear
Your senseless lies controlling masses are passing from year to year
We are coming and we'll have the last word, cause you're weak
We are thinking for ourselves, we don't need you, we want peace