I don't pray to dead gods
Who ask for blood of children as proof of obedience

I walk before the one who carries the light
While your crippled knees
Prostrate themselves to deceptions
I walk before the one who carries the light
While your crippled knees
Prostrate themselves to deceptions

You are chained, sustained by crumbs
Your sick faith makes you slave to this blasphemy
Against the true wisdom
Searching the paradise
Your mutilated feet carries you
And you fall at the feet of
The messengers, messengers of false truth

Centuries ago
The primitive humans found a way to control each other
By the power of God
The fake, the impotent, and the heartless God

Your tired eyes look up to sky
And they can't see anything besides the storm
Your choked throat bleeds
And your voice will never reach out
The sky

Where's your God
Who demands love but never show
His own face?
That curses you and
Makes you seek for redemption
That will never be
Granted

Maybe their ears are deaf
Maybe they mock your weakness
Maybe they are hiding
From their own impotence

So what now? Where is your God?
Where is your God?
Where is your God?
Where is your God?
Where is your God?