The hand of god the writ of law demands moral tradition Self satisfied beyond repair we are called to earthly missions To set the laws ... maintain the rules Impose our will ... To manifest our destiny Oh what a thrill Raise the banners and the flags Dumb it down for higher cash What compels them to bestow Cross your fingers and your toes It's steady as we go because only heaven knows It's all for love that we must fight I know it sounds confusing But what's the use of being loved if it's not somewhat abusive This is our calling this is our fight This is our translation who cares if it's wrong or right Forced faith force fed unrestrained Dumbed down echoes For your minutes of fame So many servants bleeding out to believe Your god is dead you're a fucking disease