Sick of the lies, that make it easy to hide
Behind a novel depicting fate
Since the beginning of time it seems we're willing
to while away our lives on fragile faith
Fake sympathy, corrupt doctrines
it's all gotta go away

Sick of it; join me if you're sick of it all
You must be sick of it all, so join me
if you're sick of it all

Etarnal life, what do you take me for?
You may believe it yourself
but I don't see nothin' in it

Wishin' away our lives seeking the ultimate prize
that's still impossible to spell out
Lookin' into barren skies for help, for passion, for
pride, but still awaiting relief from doubt
Defunct Jesuits salute terrorists
it's all gotta go away

Stuck in a tourniquet, to mask your fleeting hope
Catholicism is dead, long live sence

Maybe we should go find faith in other places
and give old psalms a rest
We've came too far learned too much so on
that basis, fuck him he doesn't exist