poor old God has died when they took his feet

take another breath of a faint belief

saw him on your trace and he'll take no rest

paid to be the first but just got the 2nd best



all we need is life and a ship to leave

vultures in the back and a snake at ease

call me by the name of a feminist

silent is the shot for she never will be missed



catch me on a white line

as lonely as my God's sign



the truth is not polite so let's make it worse

navigate the sheep in the devil's hearse

Saw him near your place soon he'll be your guest

tremble for a life that you never have possessed



all we need is love and the will to hate

shotgun in the left, in the other one our fate

silver-bullets served by the hypocrite

monkey on the back for we never will admit



silent as a landmine

as lonely as my God's sign