I've heard holy men speaking words of damnation
Though they themselves cannot speak for the gods
It's been fools, leading fools, twisting minds, making wars
When the blind lead the blind, no one can reach the shores
So many scriptures of peace
Yet we're killing ourselves
Over details no living man could codify
Kill for the glory of the written word
The idea is truly absurd
And yet everyday men are killed in the fray
Of mindless fools who kill in their prophet's name
Kill for the glory of the written page
How does this still have place in this age
Kill for the glory of the written page
How does this still have place in this age
We need a f*cking apocalypse
The Gods of the world would not stand for this
We hear not the words of the divine
Because they've left us all behind
So many sheep
Led to the slaughter
With Shepard's that know not the lands that we graze
No saviors will come for us
For we have cursed their names
Our gods have abandoned us
The black sermons be praised
The black sermons be praised
The black sermons be praised
False lessons
Spoken with twisted tongues
Flawed prophets
Their will be done
We need a f*cking apocalypse
The Gods of the world would not stand for this
We hear not the words of the divine
Because they've left us all behind
So many scriptures of peace
Yet we're killing ourselves
Over details no living man could codify
Your holy tomes are the kindling
To burn all who oppose
Your holy tomes are the kindling
Kill in your prophets name
Set them ablaze
Set them ablaze
Wisdom save us all
Wisdom save us all
We need a f*cking apocalypse
The Gods of the world would not stand for this
We hear not the words of the divine
Because they've left us all behind
We need a f*cking apocalypse
We need an apocalypse