They`re afraid
Afraid of the truth
Afraid of doubts
Afraid of differences
Poor souls, betrayed by the picture they`ve done of evil
Convinced by their peers, they acceded to the top
And now they`re afraid of their power
They haven`t got the grit to tell us the truth
About hte nothingness, the full reality
How we were betrayed
How we were guided according to the prophet`s words
Who created the gods?
Grow and propagate
They need your innocence
Master, master or destroy
They`ll give you the reason
Grow and propagate
They need more greenest
Master, master or destroy
They`ll give you the laws
Before they were able to read in their heart
Before they knew, they believed in us
They`re preaching the words of Christ
They`re looking for a better control
Preaching the words of Christ
They`re looking for, looking for a better control
Who created the gods?