You sow the seeds of endless chumps

and reap the weak with bible thumps

you cross your t's and dot your eyes

to fill the world with vapid lies

your judging ways are sick to death 

your ignorance and praying breath

you profit from a confused land

that toils and dies to understand



we're born in pain and trapped in doom

our empty lives in empty rooms

the bible empties guilty minds

while cries for help face shutting blinds

these blind all scream for me to see

and disregard the ills of history

these fairy tales are memorized

and spew from mouths with empty eyes



No feeling

good book stole it away

another preacher fakes

to focus on collection plates

another sheep to masterbate

in book of names by ivory gates

you're lost, you'll never find

a flock of sheep with rotting minds

the cost, is suffering

2000 years and more in time



and no one knows just what to do 

and soon they'll set their sites on you the ignorant all hide in mass 

(while) they cook the books; revise the past



the winners write the lying tombs

in a brave new world we're locked in "homes"

that pharmacize for docile proles

that digs us down in deeper holes

(the) progress comes in bloody waves

the sword swings broad for blood it craves

the pawns still toil for dying dreams

we televise their bloody screams



such sadness nothing to do but pray

another victim dies, another moral suicide

"no more book of lies -

instead of food," the hungry cried

you're lost, you'll never find

between the pews the rotting mind

no trust, the ties that bind

the little lies that burn and blind



(in) human nature's greed and lust

our hopes and dreams decay to dust

confusion from their lies is rife

we're crushed beneath our debts in life



i'm told i've made the wrong mistake 

but what am i supposed to take

the fabric frays; the screws are loose

we're sick of lies and mind abuse