Negru [English translation]

Jesus, You were a fool to be on the cross,

Because people are still wasted, in fever and coughing,

Drooling, fearing and making excuses,

With microbes in their words and a dark sky in their minds.

He discerns with lightning, digests with an ulcer

And gets desperate when the one meant to rise up from the spheres is missing,

But angels' wings have cancer and they are flying downwards now,

Wait, they are no angels, they've got hooks, everything is upside down.

The Earth is beautiful, green, that's how Your fool Dad painted it.

Had he painted it grey, maybe we wouldn't have noticed the dirt,

Maybe we wouldn't have seen the darkness of everything I breathe,

Maybe I didn't feel music was missing from Shakespeare's texts.

But they are all deaf and dumb, ugly Christians,

Walking barefoot on thorns, grey-haired born children,

Begging (attention) from adults, sighing and hoping for You to save them

And forget them, not to bring them upon this horn-less world,

There are already too many of us here...

Our Father in Heaven,

We have forgotten Thy Name,

Thy Kingdom was destroyed by us

Without Thy will,

The sky is dark, so is the Earth,

Our daily bread -

We fight for it today

And everyone else takes advantage of our mistakes

Just as we take advantage of theirs,

Do not take us into temptation

For the evil has its source within us.

Amen!

Jesus, You are a fool to have nails in Your hands,

And You always find excuses for us,

Soon rain will bring bombs upon us

While we make idols of dead presidents

And vampires with suction cups are crawling upon the earth

Sucking its dark blood to feed its robots,

The alive are among alive people, while the dead are doomed with the dead,

Thieves and priests are fooling us all,

Take our food away and You want to save us all, you know?!

People are like beasts, dogs fighting with metal weapons,

Ovaries carry tomorrow's orphans,

Your Dad has forgotten about us, and whom are we supposed to pray to?

We burn gas in the sky to intoxicate Him.

I've got a 16V car, 6 liter, 500 CP

When I cruise down the road, young girls fall for me,

Fools spit to spite me,

I've got a hand on my steering-wheel and the other one out the window,

But I don't forget to make the sign of the cross when I pass by the church,

I've got a stash of coke in the glove compartment,

I'm a Christian...

• Artist:Deliric
• Album:Inspecția Tehnică Periodică