I don't pray to dead gods Who ask for blood of children as proof of obedience I walk before the one who carries the light While your crippled knees Prostrate themselves to deceptions I walk before the one who carries the light While your crippled knees Prostrate themselves to deceptions You are chained, sustained by crumbs Your sick faith makes you slave to this blasphemy Against the true wisdom Searching the paradise Your mutilated feet carries you And you fall at the feet of The messengers, messengers of false truth Centuries ago The primitive humans found a way to control each other By the power of God The fake, the impotent, and the heartless God Your tired eyes look up to sky And they can't see anything besides the storm Your choked throat bleeds And your voice will never reach out The sky Where's your God Who demands love but never show His own face? That curses you and Makes you seek for redemption That will never be Granted Maybe their ears are deaf Maybe they mock your weakness Maybe they are hiding From their own impotence So what now? Where is your God? Where is your God? Where is your God? Where is your God? Where is your God?