From the recording A God Without A Soul
Lyrics
I'm sick of dark churches
Lunacy and death
Nothing human disgusts me anymore
Spooks are coming for me
The stench of bad breath
Telling us to make love and not war
But where is your father when you really need him?
It's pain and panic
Betrayal and despair
How can God be our salvation?
Nothing more than an angry old man
Who puts his head in the sand
In kneeling and declining position
I bend before you
It's like walking barefoot on sharp glass
All tried and true
Tried and true
I'm ready to get steamed
Hacked, stacked and canned
Slowly crossing the border of madness
At the end of my rope
Finally outmanned
To be left alone in eternal sadness
And where is your mother when you really need her?
It's pain and panic
Betrayal and despair
How can God be our salvation?
Nothing more than an angry old man
Who puts his head in the sand
Who puts his head in the sand