Profane Believers Songtext

Loosing touch with reality
In your world of plenty it's so easy to preach love
Holier than thou, your order that shall rule
Yet, at the walls of your cathedrals poor sinners starve to death

Ungodly wastefulness and petrified profanity materialized in golden temples
Within the walls of Babylon profane believers follow their fateful leaders

This world is up in arms
The time has come to bid farewell