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Crowned with purified illusion

Right behind the throne you stand

Get me rid of your religion

The religion of the damned

Stripped of all the gifts corrupt

They cease to live and cease to die

It is rude to interrupt

While you are preaching genocide

You're keeping the hands on the pulse

Of the mentally deranged

They are helpless, speechless

And too blind to be afraid of the world

Of your world that spins no more

Of the hatred that you brought

Right into the hearts of youth

The ministry of truth

Keeping the hands on the pulse

Of the mentally deranged

But it's their right

To nourish the mutual hate

Hate for the world



For your world that spins no more

Due to madness that you brought

Right into the minds of youth

The ministry of truth