Minds

se-

duced

by

scrip-

ture

Mas-

que-

rade

as

pawns

Re-

jec-

ting

each

o-

ther

They

take

on

ma-

ny

forms

Mi-

nions

prai-

sing

with

com-

pul-

sion,

Sta-

tues

stand

and

stare

Ho-

ly

hymns,

in-

can-

ta-

tions

Rise

in-

to

the

air

High

on

the

myths

of

the

church

They

ne-

ver

quite

see

where

they

are

Like

God,

their

de-

vil

is

an

i-

con

For

face-

pain-

ting

frauds

A

ho-

ly

ghost

laugh,

a

fe-

tish

for

the

weak

Sa-

ta-

nic

o-

ver-

lords

for

pa-

ra-

no-

id

freaks

Al-

ways

ran-

ting

and

ob-

sess-

ing

hi-

ding

from

them-

selves

Li-

ving

out

their

fan-

ta-

sy

Mor-

bid-

ly

in-

dulg

High

on

the

myths

of

the

church

They

ne-

ver

quite

see

where

they

are

Their

de-

vil

is

a

joke

in

the

real

world

Where

death

is

ne-

ver

far

Burn

all

the

i-

cons

Fuck

your

fai-

ry-

tales

Cleanse

your

head

of

filth

Bred

on

il-

lu-

sion

Fed

on

tra-

di-

tion

Pull

the

wool

from

your

eyes