Plegaria

What’s missing to believe that God is dead,
what’s missing to believe who killed Him.
The white, red, and blue book got lost on me
all I have left is my mind and you, what am I gonna do.

Sell me the soul that was worth something yesterday, I want to buy
I’ll sell you the body of my virtue, it’s not the same anymore.
Anyone can die, two will be born, gotta trust
if your conscience won’t explode, why even think.

Who will resist, who knows the distance
between Babylon and that El Dorado.
Where will you find me if you take too long to return
Christ of this temple that will burn.

Today is too late, tomorrow we’ll have to work
long live the Earth, what a great place to live.