We shall reason for a season in nether regions,
The points of freedom.
Dare to surmise the constant demise that pales in disguise,
The light of the skies.
I bet you think that God is obsolete, a crutch, and only for the mindless weak,
A symbol representing mass opression, the one to blame for all the global tension.
My God was broken,
From death was woken,
Became the token for humankind.
Species filled with antimatter,
Species filled with antimatter,
Species filled with antimatter,
Species filled with antimatter.
My God was broken,
From death was woken,
Became the token for humankind.
Species filled with antimatter,
Species filled with antimatter,
Species filled with antimatter,
Species filled with antimatter,
Species filled with antimatter,
Species filled with antimatter,
Species filled with antimatter,
Species filled with antimatter.
What does it take to right the mistake of living a lie with the God you deny?
Oh, I know you think my God is obsolete, an altered state for the mindless weak,
A symbol representing mass opression, the one you blame for all your confusion.
Species filled with antimatter,
Species filled with antimatter,
Species filled with antimatter,
Species filled with antimatter.
