All these people with their gods and idols

Their weak reasons and their big red devils
The ghosts of their fathers rattling in their skulls

Clinging so tight to that ray of hope they invent

One day those churches will fragment

The shards in their eyes as they lament

All the light and hope crumbled like cement

And I think on that day I'll want to laugh

Held so high that gleaming golden calf

The newborn child cut up divided in half

Paying the priests to plead on their behalf

No more the devout now the stumbling mob

The hands held tight on the doorknob

The face turned away from the macabre

The feet fleeing the stress of their job

The emptiness coming fast and hard

The children sleep softly in the graveyard

As the dogs and rats stand silently on guard

The wedding dresses covering the skin scarred

No hand holds, no eyes meet, all is dust now