God's will

Feeling so poor
Better to pray
Waiting for someone
Or something to say

The streets are crowded
Of lost dirty souls
The dust is hiding
The deads on the floor

Why do you believe?
And look for God?
The devil is near

Don´t ask them for peace
Now they can control
And cut you in pieces

Now, people kill just to have the control
Open fire against the World
We need money, let´s make some war...
Fuck.

People are dying, they can't run away
No matter if God is on their way
You charge me, and you ask me, and beg to the man
To see if the truth’s on your own

Why you believe?
And look for God?
The devil is near

Don´t ask them for peace
Now they can control
And cut you in pieces

Now, people kill just to have the control
Open fire against the World
We need money, let´s make some war... 4x