They asked for our faith, and we bought into fear Selling their salvation story year after year Violence is not tyranny's only form Manipulate to legislate the perfect storm Sell your rights, sell your freedom Question it and they'll call it treason Become a slave, become the victim Sell your soul to the bastard system There are those that would seek to control your thoughts And every step you take Puppet master, idol worship Puppet master, I will cut your strings If you're the man behind the curtain I will tear it down Sell your rights, sell your freedom Question it and they'll call it treason Become a slave, become the victim Sell your soul to the bastard system They asked for our faith, and we bought into fear Selling their salvation story year after year If you're the god that I'm supposed to believe in I'll make sure that god is truly dead (Truly dead) (Truly dead) (Truly dead) (Truly dead) Sell your rights, sell your freedom Question it and they'll call it treason Become a slave, become the victim Sell your soul to the bastard system