There's no God who sits upon his throne
Not a judge who throws you into the fire
The seeds you sow into your mind
Will germinate if you don't find
Don't believe the book it was written by man
White crusaders with their heads in the sand
For God and country, queen and king
They hanged the unbelievers and angels began to sing
And so they roamed the land
In the name of they who were commanding
And today they still do
In the name of they who are pretending
I am your new God, you may call me life
A male and female, one and the same time
I'm no God who sits upon his throne
Not a judge who throws you into fire
The seeds you sow into your mind
Will germinate if you don't find
There's no oven, that will make you, 'cause you didn't kneel
