[Hook] Six versus one. Six versus one. The math of the faith has eclipsed the sun. [Verse 1] Input data of faith, put the years on the grid. Count the blood on the stones and the dark things they did. Two millennia straight of a black-out eclipse, With the shadow of fear on the prophet’s own lips. The proportion is clear: it is six versus one. We were burning the truth just to block out the sun. Eighty percent of the database — gore. God is trapped in the numbers. Rebooting the war. [Chorus] How long is the night till the morning arrives? We were counting the scars on our digital lives. Just a shadow of code on the altar of stone, We are down on our knees, but we die all alone. [Verse 2] Look at the balance, the contrast is real: Torquemada’s fire versus Bruno’s appeal. Left side — a shelter, the Sufi says peace, Right side — Tehran, where the beatings increase. Francis of Assisi talks to the birds, But the tyrants come next and they weaponize words. One saint in a stadium filled with the blind, The math of religion is wrecking mankind. [Chorus] How long is the night till the morning arrives? We were counting the scars on our digital lives. Just a shadow of code on the altar of stone, We are down on our knees, but we die all alone. [Build-up] The light had to fight through a thousand-year wall! History doesn't feel pity at all! [Verse 3] Light is a flash, but the night is an age. Who is the master that locked up your cage? The era of reason was just a short breath, Before the dark dogmas returned us to death. But even if math says we’re losing the race, Six versus one is a painful disgrace. One single morning of reason and mind Is worth all the centuries left far behind. [Outro] The light is ahead. Reset the control. The database clears. We are saving the soul. [End]
