In one or multiple Gods I'm believing.
Praying all day, but what am I recieving?
No hope, no miracles, no messages back.
They say it's faith in Him that I lack.

The church is a place with too much authority,
praising the majority and crushing the minority.
Choirs singing Latin with all their might,
trying to ban the eternal night.

Talking in a certain direction,
five times a day, practicing it 'till perfection.
A month of discipline and starvation,
clashing with the starred and striped nation.

Hunted down like long-sought preys.
They were caught and tormented in many ways.
People called it the religion of greed,
making more money than they'll ever need.

There are also people who ring your door bell.
They'll tell you to convert or you'll go to hell.
If it's true, that religion is the drug of the mass,
the next time they'll come to me, I'll just pass.