Planos Perfeitos
Unfehlbar
Suendenlos
Du nennst dich Papst
Mit blutverschmierten Haenden
Aus laengst vergangenen Zeiten
Mit gespaltener Zunge
Troestest Du die Armen
Arm, weil Du ihr Geld stahlst
Arm, weil sie Dir glaubten
Oh Papst, du hast es weit gebracht
Ich weine um deine Seele
Herr der Fliegen
Satan
Du bist der Herr der Kirche
Im Namen Gottes tust du dein Werk
Herr der Fliegen
Du bist der Papst
Unser Papst auf Erden
Dein Name vergehe
Dein Wille ist des Satans
Dein Reich ist die Hoelle
Vergib uns unseren Hass
Wie
We Both Lose
You slammed the door in my face, how do we get to this place?
Every time, you always close your mind
But in your code of silence, the truth is you're denying
Everything that doesn't fall in line
You believe in something, even you don't understand
I know, I know the tradition is
To follow, follow wherever you lead
I let go you should know that I'm disappointed like you
So we both lose
You sheltered me my whole life, made me look through your eyes
I was blind, to the things that you were blind to
I danced with indecision, cleared my blurry vision
I don't blame you, but I wanted to remind you
I believe in something, that you'll never understand
I know, I know the tradition is
To follow, follow wherever you lead
I let go you should know that I'm disappointed like you
So we both lose
Thought you walked on water
They were only puddles in the sand...in the sand