Let's go on a camping trip
A journey lit by candlesticks
We'll dance and skip to heaven, hand on fist, before the rapture hits
Slash a wrist or nick a throat
You can take a different road
The wretched path is packed with bastards trapped upon their tippy toes
With finger bones exposed beneath the thinly woven flesh
Stretched to reach relief from seething heat and inner-soul distress
Like the winter woe control that keeps the sinners so repressed
When the teacher preaches exodus we'll split with no regrets
Sing the holy mess on high until the soul's desensitized and lifted up to leave the victims as the only left alive
When you rest your faith in something grossly drenched in lies, you set aside a stable mind to feed a lowly sense of pride
Slowly jeopardizing lives that buy the end of times assessments
Hiding restless in a trench
Designing exits
Quite eccentric, if you ask me, but I'm sure you're not concerned with the beliefs of non-believers
Bet you'd rather watch me burn

When my flesh meets the cooking point
Maybe saving grace can begin
And I'll feel the snakes in my skin quickly chase away the sin so the angels can come in

But even angels can't convince the psychopathic mathematicians not to craft traditions exploiting religious ideals and brash decisions
Passionate prison cells plastered with vivid descriptions of infinite hell and disasters
Written by hands of man to answer the answerless questions and capture riches
Cannibalistic mandibles rip in a ravenous fit of elaborate mischief
Stabbing and twisting the souls of man with extravagant habits of magical interest
Tragic indifference to anyone out of the loop, even many within
The perennial spin cycle, heavy with sin and a welcoming grin for yourself and the kids
Unless you don't fit in the grid developed in the image of Him
Maybe it's Her?
Crazy, absurd to think heavenly power could ever be feminine
Never
'Cause even our dear Mother Earth is raped and beaten and chained by man
The chain of command with its dick in its hand
Spreading disease across the land
A cross
A lamb atop an alter
Slaughtered all in the facade of order
Cloaking the control that's all but forced upon our throats from those who quote their bibles snidely
Demonizing love that they don't understand or realize or recognize as real
Despise and lie to fight for feelings rooted in taught and manicured hatred
We're chasing nature up mountains
They grouch and stand in the basement
Their hands on their faces
Negating change and progression
Just making threats and suggestions dressed as lessons
Blatantly vacant ethics
Blank expressions blanket aggression toward others of different colors, creeds and orientations
Just more of the same shit
A cordially ape shit, morally brainless, agenda-driven sort of vagrance in support of enslavement
Looking forward to waging wars and all sorts of engagements in unadulterated, sub-human degradation in cornered nations
With more deranged, self-important strangers taking reigns and aiming to place us in fabled orchards all in vain

The power is the root of it
Devouring conscience and boosting ignorance, fear and hatred in followers glued to it
Such power abuse
Controlling dead and the living
No separating church and state
They've been in bed since the beginning