All this puppets on the stage…
He makes big money. He has a theatrical dolls.
He feels delight. And he doesn't see the edge.
But why blind crowd prays to this god?!

Your puppets so pretty, your dolls so pure.
With beauty faces, but without souls. [bad word] to life. For them it's like cure
When your clowns sing about love (dirty love...)
And you begin praying to pure pop devil
You choose silicon faith and [bad word] Now don't you really feel powerful evil?
Then pure pop [bad word] in you.

Now it's has gone too far!
You have found a new god!
And prayer to your Lord.

Now you born! New religion!
Too many people want to die.
But who but me know that it's fiction  [bad word] )
All your life [bad word] on lies!
You dont need new ideas  [bad word] them)
You don't find something new'n'fresh
Crowd so stupid and you know it,
Again you tear young pretty flesh.

Now it's has gone too far!
You have found a new god!
And prayer to your lord (x2)

All this puppets on the stage
He makes big money, he has a theatrical dolls.
He feels delight, and he doesn't see the edge.
But why blind crowd prays to this god?!
Everybody fools, they don't see that you do
They help you to make new puppets again,
They close eyes and ears, they refuse see the [bad word] 
But one day they wake up! Amen.