You're so scared of us because you know, deep down inside
That you lack moral convictions, outside of a book
That you haven't read anyway, and yet here you chide
Damning others for your own sins - you should take a look
Mirrors everywhere you go, and still
Like a ghost, you see nothing at all
You can't face it, all the wrong you've done
Condemning others for no reason
There's a hole inside you have to fill
So you claim that you have heard the call
And what did He say to you? Nothing
Yet you make it sound so convincing
Go ahead, thump your book
Your life's not on the hook
Why not just take your tome
And carry it back home
It's a joke, nothing more than memetic mutations
Over two thousand years of bullshit and needless death
And for what? Come on, tell me of your revelations
At the end of it, just what do you think will be left
Though I hate to disappoint you
I cannot abide your charade
All this feeble-minded cowardice, these lies
If there ever was a point, you've missed
Vengeful, cruel, and silly, too, you
Are not serious people, full of shit
It's a self-inflicted, weeping scar
And the rest of us are sick of it
Go ahead, thump your book
Your life's not on the hook
Why not just take your tome
And carry it back home
Leave me alone, don't believe you
The God you love is not mine
We're on our own, can't deceive you
The God you feel is just in your mind
I don't need you to believe me
Why do you need that from me
If it's not true, then just grieve me
I'd rather take the chance and be free
Go ahead, thump your book
Your life's not on the hook
Why not just take your tome
And carry it back home
Go ahead, thump your book
Your life's not on the hook
Why not just take your tome
And carry it back home