Lyrics

You'd think we live in a time of reason Faith discourages independent thought It's used as a crutch, or so it seems A shallow pretense on which is leans A divine creator of life belittles The elegant reality of strife The assault on the senses appeals For them not to think, not to doubt how they feel Chorus: Our faith's in Man We don't need threats of hell to know what's right The only reason they don't steal is to please a God that isn't real That's a warped morality Thou shall not kill Unless on command Don't preach to me 'cause the blood's on your hands The promised land The chosen few They know what to do They like to say "how do you know?" Science won't pray Knowledge will grow Chorus