Look downwards, at them.
What do you see behind the pride?
Humiliation, your anthem?
Or real power of mind? 

Senseless God, you don’t feel
That pain inside.
Empty God, you still
Make us to die.

You are lonely, afraid that we know it.
Vent evil on us, cause you live in dust.

Hearing cry, you still find
victim to serve to you.

You send us curse.
There in the sky
No pain, no remorse.
No reason to die.

You have no body. 
You have no soul.
You have only mind. 
And mind is fool.

Ages of government passed.
Write across the last.
Give me time or go away.
I shall die but not obey.