Go away from everything they told you and then come back again The praise of a dogma responsible for thousands of dead How can you believe that everything you do is controlled from up there? Prisoner of a fate obviously worst than death I don’t need a fucking bearded God to feel alive And I’m not the only one You pray to Him, too weak to understand that you’re the only Master of your chance and of your choices How can you believe that everything I said has been heard from up there? You’re the slave of a liar obviously worst than evil I don’t need a fucking bearded God to feel alive And I’m not the only one You pray to Him, too weak to understand that you’re the only Master of your chance it’s your fucking choices£ Don’t you think it’s time to be Delivered from God and the fear Of living in fear of dying Asking you if you’re in for Heaven or Hell Thoughts of the thousands people whom Died for sullying the praise of God…