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The old man´s industry of faith Producing on mass scale Sold out by recruited lambs New institutions for this grace Money and power is their aim The newest saint is now praised Fucking whore is what they´ve turned to This newest saint is our disgrace The father has sinned against his own creed The prayer is numb and gorging his words A palace hidden in the skies Like bridles making them accept their lives Self control induced by ignorance Forcing everyone to sit and enjoy the show! He gave us will, gave us life This were the words that were said And now corrupted by the men Enforced by their own greed They fucked up our beliefs They fucked up our right to think And they discovered how to induce Our society to feed up this shit! Letras de canciones Bless of the lord, kiss my ass You fill your pocket with dirty green A revolution is what we need For people still don´t have food The father has sinned against his own creed The prayer is numb and gorging his words A palace hidden in the skies Like bridles making them accept their lives Self control induced by ignorance Forcing everyone to sit and enjoy the show! Forsaken is the concept Selling people their faith Selling heaven to them Hallelujah, Hallelujah Part of what you see is a disease spread by the weak Let´s spit those words of adoration Let us celebrate it The Father has sinned against his own creed The prayer is numb and gorging his words Let us say another pray Making us a part of a play Crime against the thought A fake plastic purity Selfish wishes once again Selling people their mistakes A revolution is what we need Deliver us from all this evil Deliver us from all this system Deliver us from human´s bullshit The father has sinned against his own creed The prayer is numb and gorging his words A palace hidden in the skies Like bridles making them accept their lives Self control induced by ignorance Forcing everyone to sit and enjoy the show! From Letras Mania