God is an imposition to justify The insecurities of those who feel most secure A lurid insult to human intelligence A shameful parody that has been going on for thousands years THERE'S NOTHING ON EARTH NOTHING THAT COMES FROM HIS (ITS) HANDS God is an empty room, without walls or windows An abyss of illusions dug by people's ignorance God means waste, thousands of beings ma**acred Mountains of money thrown away or stolen Tons of bricks used to build his damned monuments... THERE'S NOTHING ON EARTH NOTHING THAT COMES FROM HIS (ITS) HANDS Or perhaps, yes, there is something... There's pain, intolerance, violence The dishonesty of those who represent him The only waters in which I can see his image reflected Are soaked with blood, fear, hatred