Weak and sick, dying in the sand, no such thing as a promised land.
Don´t lose faith in a better life -- reincarnation, poor excuse.
You´re dying you assholes, your religion can´t help you now.
Dying and starving in the fields you used to plow.
Rotting bones in your barren fields. Worshipped creature´s supposed to heal.
He won´t save you and he won´t save me. See what you want to see.
Hindu religion in the mind of a working Joe,
starving and dying in the fields you used to know.
You´re tied and bound to a god´s useless advice.
Bloated stomachs from aching diseases hold back the fight.
In the end you´ll return once more to die again.
Go on ´til you can´t no more in non-eternal sin