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Money, lust

The things you trust

No place here for god

Perjury, hate

Pretend to faith

Your church is all about

Teaching us for loving

But your hatred is growing

Increasing your horrid appetites

Cloaca, stock

And market row

God’s houses you call

Pressure, self

For money and wealth

Political prostitutes

Empires, kings go crumble

But you will stay and mumble

Surviving like the only parasites

GOLD, GOLD, GOLD

Your souls already sold

Forgot your god was humble and poor

Religious fanatics

Supporting your hard status

Feeding with their prays your ugly beast

Golden chains clatter fat bellies

IN THE SHADOW OF THE CROSS

Shepherd us like stock on the fields of lies

IN THE SHADOW OF THE CROSS

CORRUPT

GREED

SIN

Hypocrisy