The people let the preacher say What's the saint's own way They just ignore his wastful aim They think he is living high Wake up You crowd of fools
the priest Someone will cast me a spell Worms rot my brain, as bones turn to dust The church won't toll the bell Nobody knows me, nobody touches me Finally
Idyll and romance Forget forever A regular life We won't lead never! Don't feel regret When girls give me a shit Don't like their feelings We do like
We have never had the possibility To spend a long night with you because... But we know you like it hard and huge You are not this kind of girl We hate
Too many stars pretend to be Champions of sex, the best you can see Shaking their ass, licking their lips And screaming like spastics " I love big tits
Pretentious mother of the children and the poor The victims you forgot, and your servants too You seem so careless when sinners are to be sent to the
How many prophets have spoken about 'idols' fall? Too many kingdoms had worshipped their stupid gods Blood of countless sacrifices seems to be forgotten
