Resident asylum

What are you god, without plastic mask?
What are you god, without majesty
What are you without your sheeps
I`m the healer - bringer of hate
I`m creator - creator of mord
Your agent works behind their collar
On this land of illusion - called life

With musy gospel they make dismal sermons
To wash the dirths from your gory hands
You wear the suit of highest wisdom
Like they say god is your guide line
And then you - reload the gun

I know where you are hidden figure
In this kingdom full lices like you
With mutilated mind - senseless
In the middle of walls - resident asylum

Deaf of my words
Mute to say the truth
Blind to see - the pictures, that you create
To cold your conscience, you give me the gun
Shame on you, coward and thank you sorrow
Who Released you pain

Die!