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...