You know it really sickens me

That you know how this shit will end.

Your born grow up grow old you die

You can't fucking comprehend

All the fucking lies that you created.

All the fucking lives you separated.

All the fucking eyes you dilated

With your drugs of faith and sin.

 

I just wanna lose myself inside the game

Just reconnect to numb the pain.

I won't see the fucking sun again

Just lose my faith and change my name.

Go see the dead in Babylon

Keep you motherfuckers logging on.

And fantasize the stars beyond

Are painted by the hands of gods.

 

Did you know that paintings never bleed?

Did you know that statues never cry?

Did you know that men don't walk on water?

Did you know the dead don't fucking rise.

Did you know the Quran teaches nothing?

Did you know that martyrs die in vain?

Did you know that no one makes the rainbows

That follow after rain?

 

I just wanna lose myself inside the game.

Just lose myself to numb the pain.

I won't see the fucking sun again.

Just lose my faith and change my name.

 

Go see the dead in Babylon.

Keep you motherfuckers logging in.

And fantasize the stars beyond

Are painted by the hands of gods.

 

I just wanna raise the stakes I'm playing for.

Just to live the life I wanted more.

How many of you came before

Who promised love and burned the world?

I'll praise the dead in Babylon.

Keep you motherfuckers logging on.

And fantasize the stars beyond

Are painted by the hands of gods.

 

It makes me so sick

To watch the charade

To watch the parade of fathers.

I need an escape

I need a place to go for comfort.

For comfort.

For comfort.

 

***P.I.N.T. THA INTETY***

 

It makes me so sick

To watch the charade

To watch the parade of fathers.

I need an escape

I need a place to go for comfort.

 

I just wanna lose myself inside the game.

Just reconnect to numb the pain.

Won't see the fucking sun again.

Just lose my faith and change my name.

Go praise the dead in Babylon.

Keep you motherfuckers logging on.

And fantasize the stars beyond

Are painted by the hands of gods.

It's all a charade.
All a parade of fathers.