The Stench of Your Faith

Subconsciously we're all tainted
 (our) will is slowly erased, reduced, suppressed
 fanatism, the worst of all plagues
 Can't stand all this irrationality
 Sinners and Martyrs, they look the same to me.
 Dehumanized in terror, so truth remains concealed.
 Scavengers fed by grief and despair
 from a past of ambiguous devotions
 have made you believe the existence of false gods
 now pray to the wind, lie to yourself.
 For when we approach the end we will find that
 we will die and rot, there is no kingdom of light
 look how the world slay their lambs
 Sinners and Martyrs, they look the same to me.
 Dehumanized in terror, so truth remains under control.
 Can't you see the lie?
 Why to believe the word? Dogmas of human divinity
 Enlightened to preach their word...
 Hell grows with Faith
 Selective Salvation, under the skin of the prayer
 Why do you pray when you fear?
 as the lamb invokes its shepherd
 becomes easy to comprehend
 that power is in our will
 not in the cross, not in rotten remains
 seek the light, there was no sacrifice,
 no savior nor messiah
 not very far from a dream
 why don't open your eyes, awake
 run from the fetid stench of your faith.