Текст песни Власть Порока - Бумажный Бог

I.
For hundreds of years we are pawns in a cunning scheme
Sat at the gods on Mount Olympus
Virtue lies and all the problems
They have created for your omnipotence

Chorus:
You like to be a captive of this scheme
How to go away beyond the standards
Postorit itself around her steel walls
Obey laws imposed

II.
How old graze like a herd
Having not much we are willing to NMS need
There's where the money is - God the soul is not necessary
God is the same as we murderer