Ornate God

Monument full of vital powers
Distant from reality, dreams and believes
The proof of it's idiotic authority
I have never heard and saw

Creators and saviours
I can't find the passage
Through out our worlds
So, cast down you crown

If you are now only ornate god
Like all the other gods
You will make mankind
An integral part of your world (your brother)

You're a lie
You're ornate you're just an illusion
You will find no prayer in me

So lay down, now

Your worship is weed of my life
Wisdom - well know as a lie
Beauty is an illusion
Like all fairly tale painting

Cast down!

The sin of you is made of truth which is
Harder and stronger than you
You fool your sin is wasting you

Only consume
(And) never feed
Always rules against us
And never helps
The inexcusable sin is your trap