[Verse 1]

I keep seeing a repeating, scene in my dreams

I'm weeping peacefully, in a green pasture of sheep

Who breathe deeply, relaxed on the grass, asleep when

I see these factions, of masked men, with axes, creeping

I can see, that we're captured, but when I scream, the assassins

Begin laughing, and the sheep don't even seem to gather

The fact that their masters are grabbing and smashing their backs in

In a graphic fashion and dragging the cadavers past 'em

The sadness from those savage actions I had to fathom

Never passes, even though, they were so overtly imagined

They show, actual patterns of what can happen to those trapped in

The rapture of the Holy Ghost if they don't open their lashes

And focus on what matters most... before they cash in

Choke and pass and go in a casket, or blow in the passing

Wind over the ocean as scattered ashes and bone fragments

Just hoping their pastor was accurate

[Hook]

[Bow down and] - pray

Pray to your god

[Now, bow down and] -pray

Pray to your god

[Verse 2]

What kinda creator would make a race of people

And make 'em act a certain way or else He deems 'em evil?

How can you give a living being the freedom to breathe

And then lead them into sea of deceivers who greet em, see

It's not a miracle, when you beat a disease [please]

It's not a miracle, when you breed and receive

A baby from a lady, it's nature, you can pray to a tree

It don't mean the seasons are changing cuz you believe in the leaves

Faith is a crazy made up way to explain, what you can't explain

In way that you can't debate it, it's insane that we live in a nation

That's innovative enough to create a station in space

But we still praise the pages of an ancient publication

Considered great.... in the motherfucking middles ages

I'm sick of the way this civilization blames their hatred

On a simple fictional basis such as Satan it makes me

Sick to my stomach, it's just disgusting ain't it?

[Hook]

[Bow down and] - pray

Pray to your god

[Now, bow down and] -pray

Pray to your god

[Verse 3]

And I'm sick of censorship committees, gripping the dicks of Christian Ministries

Who are admittingly, just letting any priest get a piece

Of greased little boy keester and get away free

While they celebrate Easter... Jesus, it's UN-fucking-believable

That you people still worship invisible entities, I mean

Who seriously wants to live for infinity? Are you kidding me?

If you guys wanna censor a bigger lie, try the validity

Of a city sitting in the sky, where everybody who died is now living

Better yet, convince me that the visceral presence

Of an invincible peasant will some-how better my fucking intelligence

And give me some evidence, heaven exists, besides some lessons

Written by guys who couldn't technically give any relevant tips

Except that I should be a celibate twit who cries like a bitch

To a timeless spirit every-time that I'm fearing some shit

The entire idea of religion's been queer since it was twisted

To it's limit, now it's a just mere hindrance

[Hook]

[Bow down and] - pray

Pray to your god

[Now, bow down and] -pray

Pray to your god