Lyrics

When atrocities fit the agenda Former victims shoot the feeble If they have what I need, I will fulfill my greed Line them up and shoot to kill The more they kill, the less you care The biggest crime, give them the smallest fine Hate for your god, you're Satan's spawn Time to wake up because religion sucks Proclaiming gospels with homemade bombs Building ruins in the sand Erase your faith and heal your wounds There will be solace in the hands of knowledge Erase your faith and heal your wounds There will be solace in the hands of knowledge Let me tell you how to quit the oppression Stop reading blindly in the books that they feed you That's what they want you to do So scream with me: Religion sucks! Proclaiming gospels with homemade bombs Building ruins in the sand Erase your faith and heal your wounds There will be solace in the hands of knowledge Erase your faith and heal your wounds There will be solace in the hands of knowledge So erase your faith and heal your wounds There will be solace in the hands of knowledge Erase your faith and heal your wounds There will be solace in the hands of knowledge