Body Of Christ (Nausea)

since the sun first shot it's rays across the sky a darkness crept into mankind's wretched soul in fear the weak first spawned the sanctimonious lie that grew within their hearts demanding to control from the void within their minds arose a fearsome god cowering upon their knees they began a reign of guilt jealously they coveted the freedom they once knew but could not cast off the chains of servitude they'd built for two thousand years or maybe more the sacrificial blood has been shed to appease the so-called Saviour they pile high the corpses of the dead their holy water cannot wash away the price of freedom stained upon their hands and the fear of their Judgement Day it spread across the distant lands our father, who art in heaven, hallowed be thy shame thy kingdom come, the blood will run, enslaved on earth as in heaven heal the blind so they will see that their salvation is not for free...sinner! the depth of their intolerance none can ever tell thus began the inquisition and the non-believers freedom they call the heathen's hell the foundations of religious persecution and those who seek, will surely find and prey upon, those left behind.