The hand of god the writ of law demands moral tradition
Self satisfied beyond repair we are called to earthly missions
To set the laws… maintain the rules
Impose our will.. To manifest our destiny
Oh what a thrill
Raise the banners and the flags
Dumb it down for higher cash
What compels them to bestow
Cross your fingers and your toes
It's steady as we go because only heaven knows
It's all for love that we must fight I know it sounds confusing
But what's the use of being loved if it's not somewhat abusive
This is our calling this is our fight
This is our translation who cares if it's wrong or right
Forced faith forced fed unrestrained
Dumbed down echoes
For you minutes of fame
So many servants bleeding out to believe
Your god is dead you're a f**ing disease