There's a crossfire in Eden
For the ones born blameless
Destroying the cosmos of virgins
On their way to holy salvation
Give all you own to the trinity
Sins are made for forgiveness
Sell your soul for eternal peace
And promises of purification

Religion sells but nobody's buying
When we are addicted and enslaved to faith
Oppression kills the sense of life
When we are addicted and enslaved to faith

To obey moralistic ethics
Is a way to cover up reality
In a cloak of secrets so dark
Safe and hidden from the sane eyes
What will become of the sinners
Who can no longer be free souls
Bitter men subdued and growing weary
From the womb to the tomb
Angels of enforcement, regret and obey
Angels of enforcement, thy shall see
Untold deeds of your past life
Act as the strangling confession grip
In your darkest moment of need
They strike like lashes of the whip