Mister catastrophe Your hatred's making headlines Hey mister Blasphemy to think your kind is better than mine Here's something for you, here's something for you. You're the infidel And here's how i can tell Holy wars won't make you whole Holy wars won't save your soul Mister black heart decree You were dead inside all the while Mister too blind to see Your faith is poison... oh so vile Here's something for you, here's something for you. You're fucking up the world Just to save your soul Holy wars won't make you whole Holy wars won't save your soul So it seems you're a monster To vile to keep alive Lay waste to bury All your kind or you'll be the death of me Holy wars won't make you whole Holy wars won't save your soul