Sapere Aude

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