Born from the lies
Raised as a fake
An intended mistake
Safe in your make believe
The faith in your eyes
Is hardened to stone
Cold to the bone
Unable to recieve
And it's not god that's in your heart
just an ink and paper golden calf

I don't need your crucifixion
Need no martyrdom
I don't need the contradictions
Of your paper god

The self righteous talk
That spills from your mouth
In denial of doubt
Is just wrappings to hide your face
You speak about love
But it sounds like hate
And it feels like a rape
Revealing your masquerade
How strange that you condemn me for a vice
That you say awaits you in paradise

I don't need your absolution
Need no kingdom come
I don't fear the retribution
Of your paper god

Say your prayers and you are saved
Free from responsibility
Halleluhja, I'm depraved
Cause I don't bow to your hypocricy

CHORUS