They believe God had chosen you, as you're fed into the dirt
But your soul will learn the hard way, that you have to choose him first
Did you think you could conceal your sins, by hiding from the light
Did you think you could relieve your guilt, with prayers in the night
Plant the seeds of freedom
With rhetoric and faith
Light the torch of contumacy
And feed the fires of hate
Name yourself invisible
And preach the truth you've found
Hide yourself within your book
It cannot save you now
Promises of paradise and promises of flesh
Warp the minds of children and lead them to their d**h
Name yourself inquisitor and bathe yourself in blood
Apathetic to eternity and return you to the mud