Loosing touch with reality

In your world of plenty it's so easy to preach love

Holier than thou, your order that shall rule

Yet, at the walls of your cathedrals poor sinners starve to death


Ungodly wastefulness and petrified profanity materialized in golden temples

Within the walls of Babylon profane believers follow their fateful leaders


This world is up in arms

The time has come to bid farewell

A true belief will rule

Our true belief will rule

A pure commitment will blow away an unreal constitution