To fear control the masses They say it is a sin Reform and institutions To shut the deviant in Smother me Father The Son and the host Control and holy trickery Creator of the Ghost There is a place for faith A reason for all gods A personal belief Of what we feel we know Don't tell me what I must believe Or hate me for my stance I will not say your God is wrong Just join me in the dance Smother me Father The Son and the host Control and holy trickery Creator of the Ghost Despite the fear, the hate, the lies Religion never dies So listen to your self my son When laying in your bed Create your own opinions child Let no one in your head Hold no hate that is not yours Within your soul or heart For hatred for another son Is how religions start Smother me Father The Son and the host Control and holy trickery Creator of the Ghost