Shackled 歌词

All of you believers Listen to the words of purity Your lives are threatened Yet what is your point of being alive You’re hanged in the rope of submission Forever caught in the filthy religious fantasies Unaware about the world outside When reality strikes you will die A life in shackles and illusions Condemned to mental captivity Still you breathe, still you breed Your lungs must stop to be filled Your seed must be infertile So all of you belonging to the grey-faced race This is a statement of sagacity Your lives are endangered Yet what's your point of existence You’re hanged in the rope of submission Forever caught in the filthy religious fantasies Unaware about the world outside When reality strikes you will die