Say a word
And the word
Become a god
The flesh marked
With hope and trust
Try to learn to run
It's like a killing something
That don't even exist
With hope that something new
Will appear immediately
And this miracle before it's fulfill
Been a word, fgaster than love disappear
Some disgust
In the mass hour
And some scorn
And a cold shower
Need a sunday
To rest in peace
To not to be
To kill god
I know it hurts
That you are not
Am I wrong, god of dogs?
And we've taken what's yours so easily
Your law, your kingdom, your divinity
Been one of them what should I hear?
To understand what should I see?
I know it hurts
That you are not
Am I wrong, god of dogs?
Decrepit ones with pop-eyed face
Conquerors that dreamt eternally
We've stand at your path 'cause in old veins
Old blood is not red enough
