I no longer feel scars of the obsession Now I can think and live my life When slavered by religion I had fear Everything was terrorizing and I would always lower my head
It is dead, I myself committed this crime I killed the religion that existed in me My power of existing was unmerciful I've assassin my own faith. Now I can breathe
I felt pleasure when I saw the remains of its death And now when the wind touches me, I feel it all is real and acceptable I can feel my emotions without the influence of the illusion and the fear caused by it
I look and I see its death with a sarcastic look Die while I taste this moment Seeing you like this, I see no power at all
