The words of fools 
Echo in your head 
Reverberating...endlessly 
Beliefs are thicker than blood 
Tearing us all apart 
Too many lives, too many dead 
Solutions of fantasy 
In an age of truth 
Abundant yet...impotent 
Taken as gospel 
To comfort the cowards 
And silence the followers 
No intelligence in your design, 
Watch your faith start to decline 
I accept all, but you won't 
I see clearly, but you don't 
In a world of flesh and fear 
Men are dying for their Gods 
People killing for their Gods 
The world is crying for your Gods 
A blindness is upon you 
One of the unshakable potency 
Though the sun burns your skin 
You deny its power and heat 
Fight free of your possession 
Or die alone in darkness 
Will you reach out with final desperation 
For the soothing lies and comfort of cowards