Blind Religion Lyrics

For what is the religion, for what serves it?
Fanatic's nations, everyone connive.
Birth of cripples, children are hungry
does your god want this?
You believe in him, but you'll die too.
Thousands diseases here
but your sickness is worst.
You're infected by religion
in unexisting god, you're dying alive
you don't want to use the life.

Christians, Muslims
we'll grind in mill for the people
Buddhists, Baptists,
and imbecile nuns!

Almost all wars
was in the name of god.
Screams full of blood
but you don't hamper this.
For you is god only one's
and nothing more around.
When death comes for you
you'll want be alive.
You're only little angels
humbling and believing.
Pop serve mass
do you see his bloody hands?
You believe him - you lunatics
for you isn't saving
only gring in mill.