Letra de Theocracy

Their pious iconography, seductive and sublime Artifacts from allegoric myth Crucifix, testaments - seemingly benign What havoc have they wrought upon this earth Stalking, these jackals never cease Clawing at our gates With nebulous beliefs, apocryphal Born from the callow minds of men Not resting till they have theocracy in hand And Church molesting State Their laughable liturgies Intelligent design? Mortify the blind faithful flock Comedies canonical, this spectacle divine Mesmerizing millions over naught Slowly, they pander their disease With secrecy enshrined At the table of deceit, the faithful dine Born from the callow minds of men Not resting till they have theocracy in hand And Church molesting State To break the secular conduct To rule with piety perverse While the shit of the State fucking reeks Only they could make it even worse Yet they stand in fear Petrified in the face of science Where evidence stands to contradict And deny their faith of servility Defined, by myth It's a fable that should never burden man And the church, with power replete Would sanction the very rule of myth over man As insidious agents of faith Still lost in the ether (amen) So we sing the agnostic's song In spirit and mind we govern ourselves We need not their catechist codes To live out our days, and make our tomorrows