A hundred mindless believers 
Corrupt the faith,
Turn into waste
The holy treasures.
The army of the so-called Saint Killers
Obey the thoughts
Of an empty gods,
Just for pleasure.

Your prayer is just a rave,
For the sound is a wave.

My eyes can see
The world of the wrong belief;
And your gods smile
When children cry and die;
Your heaven is a hell,
I wonder how you fell;
Now you just waste away 
All that the prophet said.

The fans of the perverted confession
Crown the king,
And pay the bills
To save their souls.
The faith was not made for aggression;
But now it is,
And you love this,
Adore your faults.

You corrupt your faith,
You turn into waste
All that the prophet said.
You obey the thoughts
Of your empty gods.
Your wrong belief destroys the world.