Tekstovi: Extrema. Tension At The Seams. Join Hands.

Nobody see?s the sinners
Preach out on T.V.
They fill your brain
With tons of thoughts about this Holy Shit
Do you really belive
That someone can save my soul?
There are no winners
In this reality

JOIN HANDS (x2)

Wake up and look up there
Someone met god again
The goon now preaches
The same old story
?The glory is just somewhere up there?
Give me your money
And your soul will feel just fine
But there?s no truth
In his reality

JOIN HANDS (x2)

No man or money
Can save you from this holy swindle
No one
Can promise you a place in paradise
The preacher man
Is bathing in his golden swimming pool
But there?s no truth
In his reality

JOIN HANDS (x4)
Like sunday morning
He likes only money
Likes to show his face on T.V. (x4)

?I?m here to show you the way
Don?t need your thoughts
Just your mind
All i need is that wallet in your pocket
?Cause I know that you?re faith is
blind?

You?re not funny
Or uncanny
You?re just a preacher in a circus
There?s no god
Who can save you from the people
You?ve cheated
The preacher now lies lifeless
In is golden swimming pool
But there are no winners
In this reality

JOIN HANDS (x4)
Like sunday morning
He likes only money
Likes to show his face on T.V. (x4)