The Ground Beneath Our Feet

I don´t care about my soul
it's my body I want to save
I won't succumb to the flames
The only sins I know are ignorance and fear,
it's how the gods were made.

I don't believe in my immortal soul,
My mortal one gives me already too much turmoil.
The robes of sanctity, used as a cloak for bloodshed.
They'll burn the ground beneath our feet,
Why eat what you are fed?

Can a bird in a cage ever be beautiful?
I loathe all willing slaves.
I don't believe in God,
I don't believe in the Devil,
I've only myself to blame.

Pontificating demagogue infecting humanity,
which has a rendezvous with destiny.
To vanish like a breath in the chill night air
And begin to feel the cold,
A faith that feeds on terror.

An eye for an eye, would it make the whole world blind?
Nothing hides repression more than virtue.

Two thousand violent years scything through our history,
two thousand years an you still can't agree.

I don't believe in my immortal soul,
My mortal one gives me already too much turmoil.
A scorched earth or Wagnerian proportions,
In heaven and hell I disbelieve,
That's why I'm never disappointed.