Belief that's cast in iron
Your tenets carved in stone
Those tablets of the highest law
Are just books of blood and bone
Your chains of superstition
Growing rusty from the doubt
Suspicion revs your engine
Is this what life's about?
Rip through the reverence
Cut through the noise
Scientific severance
For all the girls and boys
It's the power and the glory
That blinds us to their flaws
We'll cut you from the prison of religious law
It's that Hoodoo that you do
That leads you to crawl
Dismantle your deity with the secular saw
The blade is sharp as reason
It's powered by science
It grinds up your bigotry
It won't stand for violence
Sever their stories, bisect the lies
Cleave off the guilt and detach the rites
Removing the limbs of a shaman's control
It shatters the fetters they put onto your soul
Break through the violence
Smash through, roll back the rock
Complying with the silence
As they prey on their flock
I'd really like to buy one
I hear you bravely ask
It's waiting in your temple
It's hidden at the back of mass
And it's free if you should want it
Just search inside your mosque
First you question your dogma
Then you just cut it off
It's not you, they didn't ask you for permission
It's fine to resign
Patriarchy, violent misanthropy
Ideas had their time