Loosing touch with reality,
In your world of plenty it's so easy to preach love.
Holier than thou, your order that shall rule,
Yet at the walls of your cathedrals poor sinners starve,
Poor sinners starve to death, poor sinners starve to death!
Ungodly wastefulness and petrified profanity materialized in golden temples.
Within the walls of Babylon profane believers follow their fateful leaders.
Our world is up in arms,
The time has come to bid farewell.
A true belief will rule, our true belief will rule!
A pure commitment will blow away an unreal constitution!
Ungodly wastefulness and petrified profanity materialized in golden temples.
Within the walls of Babylon profane believers follow their fateful leaders,
Leaders!
Ungodly wastefulness and petrified profanity materialized in golden temples.
Within the walls of Babylon profane believers follow their fateful leaders.
