Profane Believers

Losing touch with reality In your world of plenty its 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 profance believers follow their fateful leaders Our world is arms The time as come to bid farewell A true belief will rule Our true belief will rule A pure commitment will blow away unreal constitution