Hundreds mindless believers
Destroy the faith,
Turn into waste
Holy treasures.
Army of so-called Saint Killers
Obey the thoughts
Of empty God
For own pleasure.
[Your prayer is rave
As sound is wave.]
{My tears can see
The world of wrong belief;
And your God smiles
When children cry and die;
Your heaven's hell,
I wonder how you fell;
You threw away
All that Jesus said.}
Fans of perverted confession
Elect the king
And pay the chink
To save own souls.
Faith is not cause for aggression;
But now it is,
And you love this,
Adore your faults.