Tekster: Poison The Well. Material Christ.

Your so called meager life
Plagued with riches
Born by the strong beliefs
Of your so many victims

The task that they entrusted
Within your powers
And yet they remain unchanged
Your God is non existent

You speak of your God
Does He condemn your life?
You're nothing but a hypocrite
Actions speak over words

The many sins you've lived
The many lies you've told
Your defaming existence
Hidden by a power tie

Where's your God?
Who do you answer to?
How do you live with yourself?

Where's your conscience?
Where's your conscience?
Do you think?

This is just such an excess of assets
While they hope to eat
Your golden spoon
Is their hand to mouth

After your final days
Where will you go?
Your sins direct you
Not your words

Your God is nothing
Your God is non existent
Your God is nothing
Your God is non existent
He`s nothing, nothing

Your God, your God, your God
Your God, your God, your God
Your God, your God, your God
Your God, your God, your God

Your God is nothing