I often wonder why all the anger
Over a God that to you doesn't exist
Who now is swinging the righteous hammer
On which side is ignorance bliss
I'm not here to try and persuade you
This simple rhyme won't change any minds
It may be forgotten as soon as it's read through
Laid to waste on the roadside of lost time
I'm really just trying to understand it
Why so much hate for something if it's not even there
And why all the constant demanding
Where what you have to offer leads to nowhere
Perhaps it's religion that's the root of your problem
But seriously haven't you religiously organized yourselves
I'm really just trying to get to the bottom
With your way of thinking that god is yourself
I'd like to thank you for this opportunity
To get a few things off of my chest
And could you please do me a small favor Ye Merry Gentlemen
In this time of Season...could you give it a Rest