Fire and brimstone fly as they preach Their horror
stories of a swift-coming doom And their fury
comes not from those they disdain But from their
own guilt of their mockery of worship
Cathode-ray beggars drain the blood from their
[Más Letras en http://es.mp3lyrics.org/MSW]bibles Under the guise of protecting out virtue
Using religion as a tool and a weapon Moral
atrocities beyond compare
If the judgement day occured tomorrow They'd be
the first to be ground into paste In a world of
real fear, we don't need their fiction Or their
silver-lined promises of a life after this