In the beginning there was one and only God, you see - all said and done -
the only one you chose to rule the world
But then... as time was passing by you kept - without even knowing why -
re-entering new faces to the fold
So was it progress or regress? A bunch of them created such a mess
inventing laws all written gold on gold
From now on one icon leaves no room for others
So now were back - a single face in every corner, showing holy grace,
demanding bigger palace - worth the king
Were working hard to build it right, were slaving every day and every night,
just dying to complete this bloody thing
Higher, higher... we cant stop. The towers getting higher
Build a perfect house of light on our flesh and bones
to keep a sacred image under lock and key, but
every single dream we had kept ending in the mud
when we replaced religion with the rock...
the very first mistake - a simple rock.
Inferior gods must be gone... tomorrow therell be only one.