Paroles de God Is A Brand

The churches tell of paradise We live to bring them sacrifice We live in foolish Happiness Becoming dumb & blind, distressed… And every time we have to pay And every time we have to die In grief of Jesus Christ We will return to paradise All the roads are blocked to traffic Every sheep is going to Hell Writers, Singers, Cult Classics They all completely fell We feel a bitter taste of Power We live in ancient gloomy towers The Holy Bible is a devious joint The look of Christ on a golden coin