You are the last to turn the other cheek
With a wink of an eye
Only to cast the first stones
Just to feed into the ancient lies
So pass around the collection plate
And bleed out your money to purchase your fate
Absolving your sins before it's too late
For we heathens, only hell awaits
We fear not damnation
But embrace your religious accusation
And deny the one-sided conversation
What you're selling is not salvation
As we spear the hand of your father
And throw your faith into the grave
Look down the cross to which you're nailed
Do you think that you can still be saved?

KORREKTUREN ÃœBERMITTELN