God's Heir Songtext
von Prisma

Everything, every detail
Would you want the same once again?
The same thoughts?

The same, memories inside
The same mind?
One incident ex veneration

It is hate, pure rage!
Caused by our
Sick showdown esteem
And their all helpless living

They spread all over
So intelligent, they present
Too confused for everyone

Like a perished, non-numeric stranger here
Stroked by my hope.
They withstand the fire
They withstand all liars
They withdraw from real equality and, suffering


As long, as they aren′t missing, anything
So long they will keep free
Free from, thoughts and relevance
They drown in the broken acceptance
Moral and ethics are passing into hate
They hold into
The affluence

They spread all over
So intelligent, they present
With no use for everyone

Like a perished, non-numeric stranger here
Stroked by my hope
They withstand the fire
They withstand all liars
They withdraw from real equality and, suffering.

They push their anger and uniqueness away
They swim up into the fire;
Thinking, Rising up to sainthood
Drowning deeply.