I don't know any kind of god
You belive in suggestion dogma
I do what I consider right
While you think of the preachers order
Faith is fear, it's destroying your mind
I refuse your absurd illusions
Hope is blind, and blind are your eyes
Fuck your religion it's manipulation
Repression, is your intention
Collection, of coward minds
Salvation, is your solution
For corner, distorted brain
I think what I see
My truth is inside of me
I'm searching ways
For make out this falling world
I won't never trust in
Manufactured reality
Your life is bind to
many words go out of book
