Nameless God

I know other kinds of violence

That erode without leaving any trail

I know players that like games of faith

And they play with a hiding card in the sleeve

Alone... alone i can have my place

Ever... ever there will be someone like this

The crowd... came all... i'll shout we're not the same, not the same

I'm not for sale yet

You never thought why so many need an old book to read

Life, it seems a broken record that stops and starts again

I'm so confused with all those beliefs

I don’t want to live my own life just when i'm already dead

Buy good cars seems to be easy or nothing has a price?

To have good luck on business let it animals to die

Disdain and sex they are given in a plate of a hungry child

The churches never were racist they just was built with slave arms

I saw myself in constant change

Your nameless god, now, has a name

Maybe it is “enslave”

“sweet” with frightening taste

“cash” or all for your own benefit

I ever hear you saying that my mistakes build my sins

What is sin? if my mistakes took myself to all i am today

Puritanism was written religiously intact

Like get married with four women lying in a bed with more five

To cure a disease we need a lot of cash applied

Is more than one only achievement it's a thousand people dried

I saw myself in constant change

Your nameless god, now, has a name

Maybe it is “enslave”

“sweet” with frightening taste

“cash” or all for your own benefit

Of course i know that nothing changes what is done

But i don't want to stay on numb

I realized that there are chains in my thoughts

It's seems like everything is flood

God... can i find the answers alone?

Everyone wants the best of our lives

Even though it's a little part

I could pretend that i'm going blind

Not to see life like a stake

Hear the sound of the crowd

Don’t you have enough for your own futility now?

Hear the sound... hear the sound

And see their lives losing the roof and the ground

I'm not becoming insane

I don’t want to be like them

The world is lost in the mess

Nothing seems to make a sense

Everyone wants the best of our lives

Everyone wants the best of my life

I can live… i can live… i can live…

Believers within... they're exploding themselves at homes

Believers getting the blessing of the violence

Greed... it’s in slums, in mansions, in money or creeds

There’re so many hells or heavens living here,

In my head,

In your mind,

Anyone can see…

I’ll keep living in my silence to have peace