Now Christ is dead and gone
Worth more alive than dead
They love us but do not know
The war will soon be ours
With that gun in your hands
Telling you money makes man
When only my hate is for thee
But what we keep from the mind
Turn a gaze and black-en a soul
Mindless wants for my fires
Bleeding dry your intellect
You social plague, you'll just infect
And i'll magnify your strife
The ignorance of all your dreams
Says that you're better than you seem
Comfort costs your very life