No matter what his name is
Every God has his price
I give my life meaning
And give myself completely to Uncle
The Ten Commandments leave us cold
Just empty words, we are priests of violence
Dear Uncle makes me pious
I want to proclaim your word
I only drink, I only drink still
I only want to sin for you
Unkelz and Bagwhan, false prophets
Believe in yourself, stop praying
Free your brains from false appearances
Go your ways, your ways alone
The Ten Commandments... sins
No matter how... sins

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