What human hands have made, They can destroy! No Idol is sacred Any more than a children's toy
And the god which it represents Who for all his might, can't seem to make sense With all this talk of "mysterious ways" Somehow he always needs to be praised
Suffering isn't a virtue You're just caught in this masochistic game Where up is down, and left is right, And the winner is the one who puts himself Through the most amount of pain...
If you would just read the whole goddamn book And keep an objective mind You won't believe all the contradictions That the priests don't want you to find
They've got a protection racket On the safety of your soul... Here come the collection baskets 'Cause for favor above you've got to pay the toll...
Oh God in Heaven, Will you save us from yourself?Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
