Profane Believers Songtext / Lyric

Losing touch with reality

In your world of plenty

It's so easy to preach love

Holier than thou, your order that shall rule

Yet, at the walls of your cathedrals

Poor sinners starve

Poor sinners starve to death

Poor sinners starve to death






Ungodly wastefulness and petrified profanity

Materialized in golden temples

Within the walls of Babylon profane believers

Follow their fateful leaders



This world is up in arms

The time has come to bid farewell

A true belief will rule

Our true belief will rule

A pure commitment will blow away

An unreal constitution



Ungodly wastefulness and petrified profanity

Materialized in golden temples

Within the walls of Babylon profane believers

Follow their fateful leaders