You are so blind,
When you think you are prooved
Against anything bad,
'cause your belief is so strong.
Where' s your saviour
For all incurable who fell sick ?
Where' s this damned god,
To which they all daily pray ?

Where' s this damned god ?

Day by day,
You' re searching for an excuse.
Day by day,
Questions attack your godfearing soul:
"is there a saviour ?
Is there something above all?
Is it existing -
This realm of immortal love ?"

The weird ways of existance -
Are driving you mad !
The weird wys of existance -
Are piercing your soul !

"when i am dead am i in heaven,
Or am i in hell ?
Or is there nothing at all,
Who is able to tell ?
The coffin, worms inside our flesh -
Is that our destination ?
The rotten corpse inside a grave
Led me to a hesitation !"

You are so blind,
When you think you are prooved
Against anything bad,
'cause your belief is so strong.
Where' s your saviour
For all incurable who fell sick ?
Where' s this damned god,
To which they all daily pray ?