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…