Shackled

All of you believers
Listen to the words of purity
Your lives are threatened
Yet what is your point of being alive

You’re hanged in the rope of submission
Forever caught in the filthy religious fantasies
Unaware about the world outside
When reality strikes you will die

A life in shackles and illusions
Condemned to mental captivity
Still you breathe, still you breed
Your lungs must stop to be filled
Your seed must be infertile

So all of you belonging to the grey-faced race
This is a statement of sagacity
Your lives are endangered
Yet what's your point of existence

You’re hanged in the rope of submission
Forever caught in the filthy religious fantasies
Unaware about the world outside
When reality strikes you will die