This guitar needs an exorcist,
There's a demon riff possessing my strings
Fairy tales from wonderland
Of religious banners
Covered with blood
After thousands of years
We are destined for nothing
Spiritual guidance, non-profit errands
All gears of a well-tuned clock named religion
Don't feed on faith
We are all blessed
a personal angel on our right shoulder
Always there reminding us how often we have to contribute
To the one who loves us all
Even when you pray don't forget you have to pay
A child is born and once again you have to pay
Even when you pray don't forget you have to pay
People die and still we have to pay

KORREKTUREN ÃœBERMITTELN