Letra de 'This Grace' de Deventter

The old man´s industry of faith
Producing on mass scale
Sold out by recruited lambs
New institutions for this grace

Money and power is their aim
The newest saint is now praised
Fucking whore is what they´ve turned to
This newest saint is our disgrace

The father has sinned against his own creed
The prayer is numb and gorging his words
A palace hidden in the skies
Like bridles making them accept their lives
Self control induced by ignorance
Forcing everyone to sit and enjoy the show!

He gave us will, gave us life
This were the words that were said
And now corrupted by the men
Enforced by their own greed

They fucked up our beliefs
They fucked up our right to think
And they discovered how to induce
Our society to feed up this shit!

Bless of the lord, kiss my ass
You fill your pocket with dirty green
A revolution is what we need
For people still don´t have food

The father has sinned against his own creed
The prayer is numb and gorging his words
A palace hidden in the skies
Like bridles making them accept their lives
Self control induced by ignorance
Forcing everyone to sit and enjoy the show!

Forsaken is the concept
Selling people their faith
Selling heaven to them
Hallelujah, Hallelujah

Part of what you see is a disease spread by the weak
Let´s spit those words of adoration
Let us celebrate it

The Father has sinned against his own creed
The prayer is numb and gorging his words

Let us say another pray
Making us a part of a play

Crime against the thought
A fake plastic purity
Selfish wishes once again
Selling people their mistakes

A revolution is what we need
Deliver us from all this evil
Deliver us from all this system
Deliver us from human´s bullshit

The father has sinned against his own creed
The prayer is numb and gorging his words
A palace hidden in the skies
Like bridles making them accept their lives
Self control induced by ignorance
Forcing everyone to sit and enjoy the show!