Songtext von Razorblades

You know Jesus the magician Statistician God bless your superstition Walked on water Turned it into wine Hated faggots Complained about them all the time The world is lousy with religion Of course yours is the true one Your faith can't make our decisions Aren't they our decisions Anyways? They're only words They can't draw blood Is that a dose of Jesus' love Left 'em bleeding You were screaming Razorblades Razorblades Your words are so sharp with hate Left 'em bleeding You were screaming Razorblades Who'd believe us Without statisticians Mounting death tolls God bless your superstition If there's no atheists In the trenches I think that maybe they came to their senses The world is lousy with religion Of course yours is a peaceful one Your faith can't make our decisions Aren't they our decisions Anyways? They're only words They can't draw blood Is that a dose of Jesus' love Left 'em bleeding You were screaming Razorblades Razorblades Your words are so sharp with hate Left 'em bleeding You were screaming Razorblades