My Facing The Gallows Audition about religious fanaticism.

You start a war, but you’ve already lost
I see no reason to justify the cost
The whole world’s armies couldn’t stop an idea
You’ve got a long way to go
Anyone? I’m done, stop preaching your cross
People speak of the broken, lost
You think you’ll save me with that book?
How many lives have you taken!?
I won’t let you, I won’t let you, I won’t let you pollute my mind
Oh
Cogitation, the savior of the transient
We, denizens of the universe, stand equal beneath a non-existent god
You won’t make me believe 
You won’t make me believe
You won’t make me believe
You won’t make me believe
Cogitation, the savior of the transient
We, denizens of the universe, stand equal beneath a non-existent god
Imagination, your only virtue
Destruction, your only friend
(Load that gun let’s have some fun)
Your piety won’t defy me
Your apostles won’t control me
Your ignorance won’t bury me
Your ignorance won’t bury me



Pawul