Weak and sick, dying in the sand, no such thing as a
promised land
Don't lose faith in a better life reincarnation, poor excuse
You're dying you assholes, your religion can't help
you now
Dying and starving in the fields you used to plow

Rotting bones in your barren fields
Worshipped creature's supposed to heal
He won't save you and he won't save me
See what you want to see

Hindu religion in the mind of a working joe,
Starving and dying in the fields you used to know
You're tied and bound to a god's useless advice
Bloated stomachs from aching diseases hold back the
fight

In the end you'll return once more to die again
Go on till you can't no more in non-eternal sin