Save us from the cold disease Of those who worship on their knees Who waste their lives, abased and small Praying to a token on the wall Let me live with open eyes And accept my end when the time arrives Reject the tenets they embrace The mad ideas of sin and grace The shameful gimmicks that exploit the weak and poor Religion sanctifies untruth Tells wanton, rancid lies to soothe To keep the underdogs from stirring in their chains My will be done Let our world find relief From the shackles of belief Let no thought be sacred ground Let no fable hold us down No god above, no god below By our own hand, or by none, we evolve and grow What they preach is full of bile What they teach is old and vile The hate and fear so poorly hid beneath sweet words The sickness spreads in humankind And the infected have gone blind Drowning reason in the noisome blood of faith And the righteous, rigid grins Mask the depravity within Dark transgressions pardoned in an idol's name I make my own morality You shall not curb my mind for me On my own shoulders lies the weight of right and wrong