Текст песни
What it takes to be a holy man?
If you closing eyes afraid to see the evil.
What's the price of your holiness?
Derived from sufferings of other people.
Can you take more of this holiness with sacrilegious motives?
What it takes to be an illusive man?
Hidden from the eyes of public.
What it takes to be a puppeteer?
Pulling the wires of will-less puppets.
Isn't this is a heaven?
You've created to hide the machine.
Isn't this is a magnificent heaven?
Torturing us, swallowing me.
Illusion take over us.
No more words from my bleeding mouth,
This engine of suppression muting me.
Devastated, recreated, elaborated and raped moral of man soiled by authority, trusted by the people, throned by priests, saint man, holy man.
What it takes to be a holy man?
Placing everyone in your illusion.
What's the price of your holiness?
Written with the blood of citizens.
And everyone can tell a difference between bitter truth and sweet lie.
What's the point of your illusion if it is falling apart with time?
What's a point of your material existence dictated by the greed?
What's a difference between holy you and sinful me.
Holy shit.
