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.