She's convinced I'm the spawn of Satan, all I do is manipulate
Just because I deny her god, I accept facts over acts of faith
She talks up quite the game, she believes that I'm just a pawn
Well talk is cheap, your holy book was breached
And now you're running out of faith to act on
Find your book and verse, scream it till it hurts
Let the sirens sing, Turn or burn!
Wage your holy war, this is too much to ignore
Let the sirens sing, turn or burn!
What do you do when you've lost the battle?
Do you opt to give up the ghost?
Father, son, and holy spirit, the world depends on none of those
Your condescension's cute, your presumption is even sweeter
I rely on science, not on faith, and I'm delighted that that concept
Always leaves you heated