Your destination is under his will
Ugly life makes this fucking world ill
Broken hopes are thrown into waste
We are the ones by religion chased
Our agony is moved by salvation of prayers
Rotten faith — fuck the pope’s eternal affairs
They believe — one day they will be all saved
But we know this is all motherfucking blind game
God’s game
Cries and pain
Blind game
Without aim
You’re a product of forbidden exception
Holy words but in sinful conception
Book of god is written by liars
They don’t want our desires