Three thousand years
Of deceptive ties that bind us
To a faith that serves
To restrict and choke and blind us
A wretched prelacy
Put mankind upon its alter
To sacrifice
All we are to their wicked father
Worship Him and suffer
On your knees forever
Bow your head and wither
As a victim of a misfit god
Destructive paths
Are paved with blood by those who follow
Words of hate
Preached on high, to destroy those who won't bow
A wretched prelacy
Placed mankind upon its alter
To watch him die
At the whims of their wicked father
Worship Him and suffer
On your knees forever
Bow your head and wither
As a victim of a misfit god
Hang us from your cross of poison lies
Nail us to your cross of poison lies
In the shadow of the crucifix our lives are judged
By the few who stain the cloth with all our children's blood
This aloof God they have created with pure hypocrisy
Destroys the victims of their wrath with smug impunity
Desolate are the lives of those who are spent in their wake
Hollowed out by the righteous for a soul not theirs to take
Worthless are the prayers of those who rot our world away
Victims of their misfit God 'til death cradles us to our grave