No Religion - Mustasch

We are alone, no one bothers

Not even the great wing commander

His days are filled with tough decisions

Who will be good and who will be vicious

My religion, self addiction

My commitment to myself

Your religion, to me it´s fiction

Your religion, what do I care

No Religion, that´s my mission

I got visions for myself

But your religion, that´s commitment

You´re not connected to yourself

Everyday is worth living

Don´t throw away the time we´ve been given

Your religion, makes you vicious

You´re on a mission from hell

You´re waiting for the gates to open

And pretty soon

The wings will be put on your shoulders

You say that

You´ve been doing good in your life

But baby, you´re going down

My religion…