Dumping grounds, graveyards
Are filled and nut houses [1] are swamped
The fisted hands have been
Created by people lusting for power
We've made the poor grovel [2]
And then had some cognac after that
Money in the briefcase, soldiers in the coffins
This is how it is, when God is nowhere to be seen
I'm writing us into this (song)
Immortilizing Godliness
When the blood of God is streaming to the ground
I can't feel our faces
I'm not answering for our deeds
The blood of God is streaming to the ground
The land has been harnessed
The voice of the devil echoing over everything
It rises to the heavens
There it will be heard
God is too tired [3], it has seen it all before
When we've managed with excuses
Only you can make me believe
We keep life going