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
A true belief will rule
Our true belief will rule