Too many come to me to sell that fucking talk
Trying to create something I will never feel
Which is the fear of a fairy-tale hell
Funny how they fear where they belong

Hypocrisy at its stake
Trying to infect me with their lunatic lies
Their persuasion gains force through fear
Building an army of fanatic cowards

There is no salvation for your filthy soul
Maggots are your only righteous fate
No little place in heaven
But your belief is the suited leash for you

I am ridiculous and so are you
At least I behave by the morals I have
At least I don't fear any delusional bitch
At least I am not a slave of lying rules

I write my own path of virtue
I do what's right without being told
I stay in line without command
I live just fine without your God

But you can't leave me, can you, bud?
You have to try to save my soul
But save me exactly from what?
Since you live between wars and pedophiles

There is no salvation for your filthy soul
Maggots are your only righteous fate
No little place in heaven
Your belief is the suited leash for you

End of life is the end of the line for us
End of life is the blank that awaits us all
End of life is the loss of consciousness
End of life is the rawness of emptiness

End of life, end of your lies