Marcus Bischoff - Profane Believers lyrics

Losing touch with reality In your world of plenty It's so easy to preach love Holier than thou, your order that shall rule Yet, at the walls of your cathedrals Poor sinners starve Poor sinners starve to d**h Poor sinners starve to d**h Ungodly wastefulness and petrified profanity Materialized in golden temples Within the walls of Babylon profane believers Follow their fateful leaders This world is up in arms The time has come to bid farewell A true belief will rule Our true belief will rule A pure commitment will blow away An unreal constitution Ungodly wastefulness and petrified profanity Materialized in golden temples Within the walls of Babylon profane believers Follow their fateful leaders