Here we are at the backyard of the universe bordered all around

Living in the endless lands, trying to find a point to look at

While can't find anything to serve for, we've created our individual god

Started judging of our kind, killing the innocent soul inside

The last version of intelligence has been born inside the mud

The will of so called freedom replaced it in the body

A huge playground has been settled to start the holly entertainment

Every prayer has opened their eyes as a "Truman" on this sphere

Don't even bother make up yourself to the mighty creator

'Cause you are already born with an inexcusable sin inside

Every time you try to wash yourself with the chrism

You are just digging your soul into this deep swamp