It was so much clearer with my eyes closed
It made sense in my head
I woke up this morning with a headache
And I wished that I was dead
When I looked outside, It was raining
The sky would flash like cameras
Recording us
The contact print was devastating
The exposure's off, this cannot be
What's wrong with our society?
We fear our god
Set those in bondage free

And it's not the fact we're shameless
That we tell our children lies
There is no beard at a wooden desk
Checking sins off in the sky
If it's not the blacks, the poor, the Jews
Or the Arabs or the gays
Then what pray tell is the reason
It's been raining for forty days?

It's us my friends!
We're the reason why this place has gone to hell
We fight over fiction and storybooks
It's impossible now to tell
If we've gone too far
Shed too much blood
Caused damage we can't repair
In the name of god
When the rapture comes, will we have been prepared?

I'd scream this from a mountain top
Or from the city streets
If I could find an audience
You damn well bet I'd preach
To you on your knees
You don't have to agree
With the heathen's word, from an infidel
With a one way ticket straight to hell.


Lyrics submitted by SisterCity

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