Jesus Christ is an unholy farce
His words of lies are like iron bars
Your minds will weep with ignorance
While you feign compassion and innocence
As the golden church bell tolls
It herds our minds and soothes the soul
Religion is social control

Holy figures look in your pockets, in your wallets, past your faith
Your individuality doesn't belong in collection plates
Force fed Christ's body, blood and lies
You swallow it down while you're kept catagorized
You follow blindly and you're kept in your place
See black and white but no other shades.