Testo di Soil

Evil needs, divine seeds, in your sick mind Looking for the god to obey Belief over deceivers, driving their own needs Seeking for the one that saves Leaders taking over their followers Too weak to think rationally Thoughts of living forever Living your life in the lies of the priests Promising eternity and bliss Leaders taking over their followers For their salvation needs Leaders taking over their followers For their salvation needs Generic exploitations Of weak human beings Trust your soul to promised after-life And sure redemption Deceit made by preachers Declaring a fake salvation Now you all are dead, time to face truth No heaven, no hell, nowhere to exist or dwell You're turning into mud and dust, fertilizing our soil Like an enormous pile of human shit in foil