Tu Dios de Madera

They say that when the time of death approaches, one begins to believe in God
The opposite happens to me: Every day that passes
I have more proof that God does not exist
What exists is religion, and in its name the greatest atrocities in the world are committed

I'm really trying to change
I try to escape from not progressing, I want to finally redeem myself
Retire from all this mediocrity
Submerged in this reluctance
I walk morao' down the street waiting for him to come out
May a stroke of luck appear that changes my life
May my soul change, so dirty from everything, from everything that surrounds me
So full of death, so full of death of many colleagues
So full of the death of many colleagues!

And you get fed up, you burst and you kick the world
And you get tired of everything, and you end up not believing in anything
After so much misery
How do you want me to continue believing that your God exists?
Well of course not, your wooden God does not exist!

But I still believe in your church
In your church with your own country, president and flag
And with jewels, gold and money that many who are dying of hunger would like
You will never be able to multiply those fish, but you will be able to increase the wealth in checking accounts
I don't understand, let them sell some art and feed those people
Let them sell some art and feed those people
Let them sell some art and feed those people!

And you get fed up, and you burst and you kick the world
And you get tired of everything, you end up not believing in anything
After so much misery, how do you expect me to continue believing that your God exists?
Well of course not, (well of course not) your wooden God does not exist

Well of course not (of course not), your wooden God does not exist!
Well of course not, (well of course not) your wooden God does not exist!

Shit education that teaches you to live how you don't want
Shit of life that never gives you a choice and blinds you. Let's suck his mouth!
That releases words that are lies
Suck his mouth, you bastards!
Let's suck life!

Prosperous families living in madness
Brighter minds searching through the trash
They blaspheme and shit on the God that everyone worships
On the margins of society they wait for their time to come

Yeah!

If you have never had prejudices
Nothing to thank
You live quietly forced on the street
Who do you have to obey?
To instinct, to the stomach, to the sense of distrust
But never to politicians or gods created by humanity, no!

Well of course not, I don't believe in your wooden God
Well of course not, I don't believe in your wooden God
Well of course not, I don't believe in your wooden God
Well of course not, I don't believe in your wooden God

And tonight I'm not going to pray
Fuck God!