Take your dreams for reality
Embrace imagined prophecies
Find the antidote against the serpent's bite
And start to force feed
Alienate me with your faith
I can't replace anger with grace
When I hold on to my integrity
Condemn me for apostasy
Disintegrate thou O zealot!
Fruit of the Spirit, spoiled and wicked
Unrighteousness has been left unchecked
Works of the zealot, when unremitting
Divinity is given a bad name
Consume others with your zeal
Cry a tear for imprecatory prayers
Refuse to see the error of your ways
While avoiding empathy
Once in your team, not anymore
Some avoided philosophical suicide
Some got fed up with the outrageous hunt
For deathbed conversion trophies
Now divorced from you O zealot!
Fruit of the Spirit, spoiled and wicked
Unrighteousness has been left unchecked
Works of the zealot, when unremitting
Divinity is given a bad name
Like an innocent fool child, you proselytize
But it seems the child has been thrown out with the bathwater
Living Father, make us right in Your sight
Works of the zealot, woo-ooo-oo-ooo-ooo
With the bathwater, woo-ooo-oo-ooo-ooo