Static, dogmatic
Death cult, fanatic
Hidden in the open
Masked by tradition

Your face, your heart
Fervent to obey
Your face, your heart
You gave it all away

[Chorus]
I’d rather live a life in sin
And take the devil’s fall
Than let the madmen of belief
Make fools and martyrs of us all

Get up off your knees, get up off your knees
Your burden is a lie so get up off your knees
Lift your head up high, lift your head up high
Your burden is a lie so lift your head up high

Your code, your line
Your mouth, your spine
A hammer to fictitious sins
A cold field to south winds
What kind of promises could justify the sacrifice you make?
This shame and fear you force upon this world for Heaven’s sake
Life you forsake

[Instrumental Break]

Hope ran out in the desert sand
Cancel all flights to the promised land

[Chorus]
I’d rather live a life in sin
And take the devil’s fall
Than let the madmen of belief
Make fools and martyrs of us all
I’d rather live a life in sin
And take the devil’s fall
Than let the madmen of belief
Make fools and martyrs of us all

Your code, your line
Your mouth, your spine
A hammer to fictitious sins
A cold field to south winds