Past events bring memory
Tiydings of pain and despair
Holding on to what was true
Grinding the thought of hate
Simple destroy his Cross
the book of rules
that influence the world
Never opened
Never read
The human race is lost
Religion is now dead
So who will u run to?
who will u preach to?

who will u run to?
who will u preach to?

The advice will drown u
Depts never seen
theres never an escape
to book of rules
that influence the world
u expect god to save u
a mystical myth
A so called hero
Ur saviour
The human race is lost
Religion is now dead
So who will u run to?
who will u preach to?

who will u run to?
who will u preach to?

Holding Foundations
Brought up to belive
I learnt there is nothing
I believe in No God

Who will we run to?
Who will we Preach to?