I wasn't a word before becoming a slave
Was a happy worm 'til you put me in a grave
Now that your soul's best wish's to stop blowing blesses
You look after mine when it goes below
God prays for us not to proof that he doesn't exist
God prays when I dare to know the part you omit
He who dares to know will have to admit
God prays for us
Thanks to you at last I see something else
Where to aim my hate at apart from myself
Now I can see that there is something much further
You insist hiding that there's something worse
God prays for us not to proof that he doesn't exist
Say your prayers, I dare to know the part you omit
It's my turn to burn 'cause I won't admit
God prays for us
Madlame
After you have had a God you got an angel
Such a gift, but rised below, now he's a stranger
Pose in sight, he feels pain and holds temptations
Floccinaucinihilipilification
I do know that I'm not the best
But why you had to burn my nest?
You think that I'm wrong
And I know that you don't
We both know that I wouldn't be a loss
I won't get along
With the self of your son
You had your chance to find the lost cause
Here's your boy with no haircut, he's not a nordic
Sit him down, force him to be the best neurotic
He decided not to come from your same nation
Floccinaucinihilipilification
You've lost 'cause I've tried my worst
I live 'cause I've earnt my curse
You think it's a song
But it's what should be done
I try to speak, but you're trying to sleep
I think I'm your tool
But I'm not that useful
Don't dare to shear the blackest sheep
Madlame
