In the time of soul denomination
We exchange our love to the coins.
We don't need any kind of salvation,
Making promises that leave no choice.
There's no place here for all broken-hearted.
We've lost conscience, no trace of the creed.
We're deceiving each other, you got it!
Don't you want to continue your breed?
What's wrong?
What's wrong?
Why those who're choosing lies
Are still taking on?
In the land of constant expectation
Chasing out further richness and wealth.
We attempt to raise our domination,
Making up our greed, killing health.
There's no time here for all easy-thinking.
We've destroyed all the notions of good.
We're denying the fact of our sinking.
Each good gesture is misunderstood.