When our battle comes from within,
How will it be possible to win?
Our left is tearing away from our right-
How can we win? How do we fight?

We try clawing our way out of this hole,
But only effortlessly, losing our soul.
Lets fight to be heard, let's all scream-
"We need to wake up from this dream"!

Nothing makes sense anymore,
And we are left empty to the core.
Let's rise up from this pit
And tell the masses as we see fit
So all can become aware of the lies being told
To trick you into the mold.

They turn us into sheep
So we can make comfortable the elite.
There is no life in being a slave-
They want us to keep digging our grave!

And there is no heaven or hell,
That a big fat lie as well!
Money and religion go hand in hand
Making sheeple of every man.
Controlling you, and certainly not caring
If your life is worth sparing.

We have to wake up and realize
That our ship is being captized!
Teamwork will be the only way to save it,
That is, if you even give a ****.

Camouflage confusion
To reduce reduction
While your ducks in a row
Are the only thing left to go

Spiral down the stairwell
Denied pleasures in hell
Guilt admission is leaking
All over the God you're seeking
Which does not listen to
In a state of you
Not verse, not chorus
Just a standard torus
As we blindly get by
Before we forever die

I will write
Until my fingers bleed
And the angels beg me to stop

God. Who’s he?

A figment of your imagination, a phantom of my reality?


Who read in a book written a millions years from now, that for only a “small fee” rebirth can be found?

Wanna get to heaven? Sounds great! Make sure to slide a 20 on top of the collection plate.

telling lies like a poor man can get to heaven, oh honey, only the rich can afford wine and anointed caskets. Take your rags to the back, throw some pennies on the plate, we’ll give you the “salvation” you clearly lack for love and understanding.

Our pastor needs another Ferrari, meanwhile
You don’t have a car. Just show up every Sunday, and we promise you’ll rest with the stars.

For $19.99 confess all your sins. Tell it all to a stranger, say some prayers, then do it over again.

This is religion, the largest capital regime. So remember next Sunday, is not always what it seems.

when people ask me why I’m not religious,
I tell them stories
of all the people I have ever believed in.
I relive the memories
and the heartbreak
and I explain how each of them
earned my faith.
they were my friends;
they were tangible
and they were real
and they left me behind.
so, what am I supposed to expect
from some god who hides their face?
I've had enough
of people putting on masks
and lying to me through their teeth.
at least I can look them in the eye
when I tell them
that I don't believe in them anymore.

I will ******, I will torture.
I will see that evil thrives.
I'll reward the men who inlfict pain as
women beg for their lives.

I'll persecute the innocent.
I'll let the children starve.
Whilst good men struggle to provide,
I'll put the crooks in charge.

They say you're good and loving
but I, for one, know the truth.
Mankind could thrive had it not thought
of manifesting you.

So gaze into the pool of judgement.
Take a good long look.
Never before or since
was so much war spawned from a book.

You did not write its chapters,
yet they all still bear your name.
We all are your reflection Jesus.
Hang your head in shame!

I see the reflection I have left
paint the mirror
a deep scarlet.

The actions, no-
the crimes I've commited
have decided my fate!

I could never ask you, divinity itself,
for a peace offering,
a chance of redemption.

Slave to the flesh,
worshipper of the inane,
I kneel before you and whisper,

"I am but what you made me."