Sin Society -

We’re so eager to make this place like hell

We’re so genious to enslave this world so well

The scourge of man and Babylon’s whore

There’s no need for a scapegoat anymore

We crave for oil, land money and might

We go to war when a thought seems right

We leave no chance to conquer and spread

Maybe we forgot what we shouldn’t forget

So, God, where is your flood right now

The great extermination show

God is dead, we’re the winners

Incomprehensible lucky sinners