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(Str. I)

I am the almighty god of precise and conscientious working

I am the law for every discipline in the material world

Ideas which  come from the creative area of the creation

Must face my law before we can perceive them with our material senses

(Str. II)

The artist himself is the only one who can judge only his ideas

And some of them would give anything for to pass by my "Holy Bible"

(Bridge I)

They think they can draw pictures

They think they can play songs

But all their ideas've never passed my control

So all their stuff lives just in their minds

But here on Earth it's nothing

(Bridge II)

So move your ass and practice

Go educate yourselves

Practice and practice 'till your fingers will bleed

No matter how great your ideas are

I'm here on Earth and control every release

(Chorus)

I'm here on Earth and control all your fucking stuff

(Str. III)

You have the almighty skill to design the way of your profession

You know my law and that it's impossible to pass it by here on Earth

So if you want to perform all your ideas to a composition

You have to face that matter and time are inseperable connected

(Bridge I)

So go on and draw your pictures

And also play your songs

Make whatever you want but always realize

That I'm the god of matter himself

And you have to respect...

(Bridge II)

... that even the best idea is nothing without me

'Cause without me you have no chance to present

Your ideas on the "stage of the world"

'Cause here on Earth I control every release

(Chorus)