Burn your christ inside
You’ll never see the light
Your brainwashed eyes behold
The things you thought you saw
For a moment I reached inside
I could tell your life’s a prayer
For a moment I reached inside
I could tell you were afraid
But your mind is gone for nothing
Inside your head is turning to a cabbage
Faith is just a curse
Unless it’s build on trust
But how to trust a “man”
Who never show his face
For a moment I reached inside
I could tell your life’s a prayer
For a moment I reached inside
I could tell you were afraid
But your mind is gone for nothing
Inside your head is turning to a cabbage
Your mind is gone for nothing
Inside your head is turning to a cabbage
The holy cross is made
To those without a string
Like the puppets without a soul
You’re an easy target to pull
For a moment I reached inside
I could tell your life’s a prayer
For a moment I reached inside
I could tell you were afraid
But your mind is gone for nothing
Inside your head is turning to a cabbage
Your mind is gone for nothing
Inside your head is turning to a cabbage
Turning to a cabbage
Turning to a cabbage
Turning to a cabbage
Turning to a cabbage
Turning to a cabbage
