The Weird Ways - Anasarca

You are so blind

When you think you are prooved

Against anything bad

'cause your belief is so strong

Where' s your saviour

For all incurable who fell sick?

Where' s this damned god

To which they all daily pray?

Where' s this damned god?

Day by day

You' re searching for an excuse

Day by day

Questions attack your godfearing soul:

«Is there a saviour?

Is there something above all?

Is it existing —

This realm of immortal love ?»

The weird ways of existance —

Are driving you mad !

The weird wys of existance —

Are piercing your soul !

«When I am dead am I in heaven

Or am I in hell?

Or is there nothing at all

Who is able to tell?

The coffin, worms inside our flesh —

Is that our destination?

The rotten corpse inside a grave

Led me to a hesitation !»

You are so blind

When you think you are prooved

Against anything bad

'cause your belief is so strong

Where' s your saviour

For all incurable who fell sick?

Where' s this damned god

To which they all daily pray?