Lyrics of 'Nameless God' by Instincted

I know other kinds of violence
That erode without leaving any trail
I know players that like games of faith
And they play with a hiding card in the sleeve

Alone... alone i can have my place
Ever... ever there will be someone like this
The crowd... came all... i'll shout we're not the same, not the same
I'm not for sale yet

You never thought why so many need an old book to read
Life, it seems a broken record that stops and starts again
I'm so confused with all those beliefs
I don’t want to live my own life just when i'm already dead

Buy good cars seems to be easy or nothing has a price?
To have good luck on business let it animals to die
Disdain and sex they are given in a plate of a hungry child
The churches never were racist they just was built with slave arms

I saw myself in constant change
Your nameless god, now, has a name
Maybe it is “enslave”
“sweet” with frightening taste
“cash” or all for your own benefit

I ever hear you saying that my mistakes build my sins
What is sin? if my mistakes took myself to all i am today

Puritanism was written religiously intact
Like get married with four women lying in a bed with more five
To cure a disease we need a lot of cash applied
Is more than one only achievement it's a thousand people dried

I saw myself in constant change
Your nameless god, now, has a name
Maybe it is “enslave”
“sweet” with frightening taste
“cash” or all for your own benefit

Of course i know that nothing changes what is done
But i don't want to stay on numb
I realized that there are chains in my thoughts
It's seems like everything is flood

God... can i find the answers alone?

Everyone wants the best of our lives
Even though it's a little part
I could pretend that i'm going blind
Not to see life like a stake

Hear the sound of the crowd
Don’t you have enough for your own futility now?
Hear the sound... hear the sound
And see their lives losing the roof and the ground

I'm not becoming insane
I don’t want to be like them
The world is lost in the mess
Nothing seems to make a sense

Everyone wants the best of our lives
Everyone wants the best of my life

I can live… i can live… i can live…

Believers within... they're exploding themselves at homes
Believers getting the blessing of the violence

Greed... it’s in slums, in mansions, in money or creeds
There’re so many hells or heavens living here,
In my head,
In your mind,
Anyone can see…
I’ll keep living in my silence to have peace