Songtext von Cultic Regimes

Cultic regimes, Money to scheme, False religions, beware Caught in the grip Caught in the spit It's all going to burn, it's a snare Worship the god of your choice Is he asleep where is his voice My god raised up from the dead, is yours in bed? No more No more No more No more Power to take Power to steal Your mind is what they want Don't let them suck you into their muck, they'll Hound you and pound you all Worship the god of your choice Is he asleep where is his voice My god raised up from the dead - is yours in bed? No more No more No more No more Listen to me The bible it says One god is the maker of all If you don't believe that Jesus is God, Then my god made yours, that's all Brainwash the goose, Brainwash the gander, Brainwash what moves and gives But if I could brainwash the cults with the truth, Millions of lives would live Cultic regimes Cultic regimes Cultic regimes, no more