Neverending seeking for reasons unoccured 
Waiting for the days of doom, the preacher spurred them on 
Everything has happened all due to ourselves 
When you try to tell them, they're pointing at the saint of [bad word] 

Throwing guilt at minstrels, singing out the [bad word] 
No wonder all this killing, stiring up our mood of youth 
Noone's going safe now, God is watching all 
Right is wrong and wrong is [bad word] on and join the fall 

They don't want to be held responsible 
Catching excuses in the air 
Numb goes the preacher 
When he's taken off his chair 

Divine justification, promises of better ways 
Killing has its purpose, our mighty god says 
Hey! Where are [bad word] sense, we're not to blame 
How hard could it be to just accept we're not the same? 

The threat to peace on earth is strangely all the same 
All might abused and backed up by faith in weapons' aim 
Let us go out and play, the freedom is like gold 
I just want to get the chance to growing old 

They don't want to be held responsible 
Catching excuses in the air 
Silent goes the preacher 
When he's taken off his chair 

Why can't the yankee fashion fade and 
Leave the world onto people knowing peace 
Once for all; there is no God 
We can do so much better 

So listen now, you mislead, twofaced hypocrites 
With all your blindness I don't think you've got your wits 
Will you open your eyes and see what's going on? 
With faith in peace and love, we all can move on 

But nobody is held responsible 
for all excuses in the air 
Crippled goes the preacher 
When he's taken off his chair