Bleaching white the pages of a bloodstained book.
Two thousand years of dogmatised hypocrisy;
So now I think it's time we tried some new philosophy.
Yet stoke the sulfurous pyres of war.
Pray kiss this seal and glove,
That stroke drug-money, gun and whore.
Bled the beggars, fed the choosers.
Our prayers shall have been heeded,
Whence ye sinners swing like Judas.
Just face these fundamental facts I preach at you.
We've a duty to the future not to self-destruct;
We better learn to live as one or else this planet's fucked.
When we fight amongst ourselves.
For their sacrilegious greed,
We'll evoke such 'holy' hells.
For your countless hours of prayer,
When we face the fall of man,
Witness our children in despair?
Of Armageddons they would bring;
Yet overlooked one vital thing,
Someday like Judas they could swing.
None are winners - all now losers.
Walk the path that Satan chooses,
And in time you'll swing like Judas!