The words of fools Echo in your head Reverberating... endlessly Beliefs are thicker than blood Tearing us all apart Too many lives, too many dead Solutions of fantasy In an age of truth Abundant yet... impotent Taken as gospel To comfort the cowards And silence the followers No intelligence in your design, Watch your faith start to decline I accept all, but you won't I see clearly, but you don't In a world of flesh and fear Men are dying for their Gods People killing for their Gods The world is crying for your Gods A blindness is upon you One of the unshakable potency Though the sun burns your skin You deny its power and heat Fight free of your possession Or die alone in darkness Will you reach out with final desperation For the soothing lies and comfort of cowards