Your destination is under his will
Ugly life makes this f**ing 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 - f** the pope's eternal affairs
They believe - one day they will be all saved
But we know this is all motherf**ing 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