Well the new world beliefs spread like f*cking disease
The markings in the sand
An omen written by our leader
The holy hand that feeds us from the sky in the name of faith
Don't turn your back on him
And don't believe that all is fair in love and war
Only the pure will make it through
You f*cking tyrant
Your empire built out of stone stood shouting God is greatest
Born and bred on fiction
Watching us on your hollow throne
A f*cking tyrant
Carve your name into our graves
Run thick our bloods with cancer
Burn down the shelters above us and leave us there to drown
I will not bow to a story
Written in the blood of the innocent
We'll burn your kingdom to the ground
Get up
Shine a light into the darkness
Only to find it's a forest fire
Fill our lungs with the smoke of your ancient choir
Your empire built out of stone stood shouting God is greatest
Born and bred on fiction
Watching us on your hollow throne
Turning his cheek to our cries of need
Holy father I beg to differ
With the tales your sons deliver
I'd rather burn than subscribe to them
Well the new world beliefs spread like f*cking disease
Now the truths finally awake
We're all perfect mistakes
We're all perfect mistakes