Music: Freakangel
Your destination is under his will
Ugly life makes this ****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 - **** the popeβs eternal affairs
They believe - one day they will be all saved
But we know this is all mother****ing blind game
God's game
Cries and pain
Blind game
Without aim
Youβre a product of forbidden exception
Holy words but in sinful conception
Book of god is written by liars
They donβt want our desires