Godlike he stands
Above us in light
The father of joy,
Yet he doesn't love us
We suffer, we pray,
We get no answer
He only gives us a sign
That it doesn't bother him
Godlike he forces
Us his prayer
It doesn't matter to him at all
How bad we are doing here
He doesn't see, he doesn't hear,
He doesn't know who we are
Infinitely far,
Deaf-mute and blind
But we did not come here
To court him
We are not his servants
He will get it soon enough
We are armed
We have no good intentions
We bring him to his end
We want his blood
Kill, kill the DJ
Kill, kill the DJ
Kill, kill the DJ
Kill the DJ
We want his blood
Godlike fulfills the
Master his duty
Another punch
Right in the face
We beg, we curse,
We are ignored
He doesn't know that down here,
Sheer hatred reigns
Godlike plays the
DJ whatever he wants
The father of all pain
But suddenly it falls silent
Very slowly he acknowledges
The disaster which menaces him
He fears for his life
The people want his death
But we did not come here
To court him
We are not his servants
He will get it soon enough
We are armed
We have no good intentions
We bring him to his end
We want his blood
Kill, kill the DJ
Kill, kill the DJ
Kill, kill the DJ
Kill the DJ
We want his blood
Play for your life, choose
As good as you can
If you are a God,
What are you afraid of
If God is a DJ,
Say, are you like him then
If all gods are mortal,
Soon there won't be any left
Because we are armed
We have no good intentions
We bring him to his end
We want his blood
Kill, kill the DJ
Kill, kill the DJ
Kill, kill the DJ
Kill the DJ
We want his blood