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 ?