Текст: Gold Kids. Hidden Crimes.

So fucking down on our luck
in the middle of nowhere
If a god truely existed
his name was unfair

All the monuments
the countless churches
penitence, sacraments
priests and nuns, prayers and guns
don't mean a fucking thing to me

False hopes
and the hidden crimes
how many wars are in your name?
how many lives were sacrificed?

So fucking down on our life
in the middle of nowhere
If a god truely existed
his name was unfair

Please tell J.C
I'm going to die below the sea
Because I choose to live in sin
His words were meaningless to me

It's just a shame
You're not right next to me
to see the cross falling
falling to the ground