The goodhead, a dream, no more, no less

Security you'll find in it's false caress

On this safety, i turn my back

To find my own way, in the unmapped black

I will not go down on bended knee

For any man or supreme being

Your Bible and icons you cherish so much

Are just books and toys and worthy as such



All men are not cast from one mould

Some can reject what their minds were sold

In birth, in growth, everyday

Taught how to act, how to look and how to pray

how to pray



I need your religion

Like a hole in the hand

I've never searched 

For a promised land