I stand in the morning And out like for villages Honors and glories being Given to a mere human sinner False prophets claim To be the salvation of this world So the glory is given to The lies feeding the illusion of human glory Masters seeks to hide But they know the truth Just do no want to accept That an old book is the source of wisdom Mans become monuments Idols of public reverence Gods in their acts Being only mans poor in spirit Religion damn! That imprisons hearts Making them believe in saints The illusion of human glory