The insect life
The insect death,
When you beg for love and peace,
Staying in dirt and slavery,
Hiding in illusion of spirituality.
Behind the mask of naive faith you cherish your hidden fear.
Behind the mask of enlightenment
Your weakness and misery
Vanity of vanities,
All is vanity and vexation of Spirit...
Tell me that I am not pure enough.
Tell me that i am full of sin.
And if i am good
I will dance in heaven with Krishna after my death
Or stay near Jesus at his second coming.
Give me light of kind gods of old
Religions among darkness of nowadays.
Give a phantom of beauty in the desert of ugliness.
Behind the mask of naive faith you cherish your hidden fear.
Behind the mask of enlightenment
Your weakness and misery
Behind the mask of holiness
L see your greed for power.
Behind the mask of holiness
L see your pride and dullness.
When all laws of the universe are rejected,
When the truth about human nature
Is humiliated by fools like you.
Vanity of vanities,
All is vanity and vexation of Spirit...
Tell me that I am not pure enough.
Tell me that i am full of sin.
Give me lies about the kingdom of heaven,
Oh give me lies about angels and gods.
Tell me that I am not alone in this world.
Give me lies about somebody who waits for me after my death.
Say me that I will be rewarded after my suffering.
You say my soul is dark and blind
Because I see only evil around me
And that the world is a mirror of myself
Oh maybe, you will be saved
And live in heaven or somewhere else,
And I will be swallowed by the abyss forever,
Will Burn in flames of hell
And fade in the darkness.
But anyway to die is better than to be a slave.
Give me lies, oh give me lies about hell and heaven.
Give me lies, oh give me lies about angels and gods,
About eternal peace,
Tell me that I am not alone in this world,
Tell me about somebody who waits after my death.
That I will be rewarded after my suffering.