Close your eyes and just ignore all that is wrong with your beliefs What better way to be devout? Hammer down the innocent minds of those trusting boys and girls And shut the door on your way out
You think to build a master faith on torture and pain? No room for logic or debate, in God's domain?
Hide your young away and teach them only what you know to be God's honest truth in vast supply What you teach is so implausible, you can not trust the world to not convince them otherwise
How pitiful this land of yours, where free thought is feared, and make you isolate and force your children to revere
No one will stand in the way of your bastard parade But the hateful and fearing will come to your aid Even the youngest have a place in your crusade There is no defiance there when you invade
You think to build a master faith on torture and pain? With indoctrination the true God will reign No room for logic or debate, in your domain.