A scathed and battered remnant…
The fallout claims its soul…
A madness without reason…
The crime then takes it’s toll…
Discarded faith…
Yet the statue still stands…
The scripture’s not worth knowing…
But’s still quoted as it stands…
A rise that falls unknowing…
As the father intends…
A crimson tear runs clearer…
Than the blood on our hands…
The rapture sends us spinning…
The chapter’s come to an end…
Still there’s some left grinning…
When Jehovah’s not our friend…
In god we trust no more…
It doesn’t stop where we intend…
A faceless, faithless child…
Who doesn’t want to play pretend…
A million hopeless faces…
Turned up to the sky…
Pray on broken knees and…
Still they wonder why…
These prayers are left unanswered…
And justice is not served…
You’ve a god that does not listen…
Or is it what we deserve…
