Make the choice between wrong and right:
the religion thrives – stand up and fight!
Their forefathers were false and blind,
leaving their mark on the skin of mankind.
Pray to the gods and worship the goods:
the lie carries on in pain and blood.
The pain they bear is on their arms:
the nails are now nailed in our palms
On their cross, we leave our sign –
I’ve given yours, now you give mine.
Material wealth is a physical curse,
a pockmark on the skin of the earth.
Father cries –
Why? Why? Why?
Hysterical laughter is no real action:
I pledge no support to any mindless faction.
Cry, cry, cry.
Buy, buy, buy.
Make the choice –
use your voice.
They are the ones who affect the stigmata –
I refuse to become a martyr.
Consume, consume – a capitalist obsession.
I refuse to become the crucifixion of possessions.