Some of us look for god,
Others have gone to far to see,
Publicity made him famous
Can we still believe?

Beliefs are based on fortified rumours
Contacts given through pain
The dying create the view point
So the Undead can see again

Chorus;
We wait for the perfect peak,
Ever watchful see it all
Inside our minds, our souls,
Our bodies lost control

Look at what you've done god,
These people they lead no lives,
Cropped by the populist regime,
Do you wonder why?

I offered him salvation,
And in his mind he tried,
What is it with people,
that they try so hard to hide

In their quest for popularity,
Its just the latest craze,
They try to be for real, but its just another phase...