Deathbag - Grind the faces

Divide church from state, both devour and deplete. Broken dreams of humanity this is their salvation. Living in poverty, kneeling in mud, get on your knees and pray. Milking us dry, living in toil, bow down give penance. and they grind the faces of the poor Your god works through misery, opiate fantasies. Keep us separated, rip our soul enslave our minds with rhetoric and distorted lies. we struggle to survive, yet we follow as they abuse the weak and suffering. and they grind the faces of the poor