Paroles de Dystopic Faith

I lost my trust in God I'm under the command of his slaves Forced to pray in a god I don't believe in if I rebel beatings and kicking If I give up no freedom Dying is the last hope Jury of bastards They judge me according to their meters no possibility of appeal Force you to believe In their ideal of command Taken away from your will Their thought is law They feel the fear They exploit it for plagiarize you weapon of control God as expedient the great savior which saves everyone The Joy of control The pleasure of manipulation The Ecstasy of domain Force you to believe In their ideal of command Taken away from your will Their thought is law They're watching you They listen They ensure Utopia created to deceive existence free from pain just a lie to enslave The Time of Cleansing The purification of the impure the extermination of the wicked Force you to believe In their ideal of command Taken away from your will Their thought is law