The Death Of Faith And Reason - Redemption

Wipe out all the wonder from creation

Replace it all with fractals

And synthesize the beauty and design

Pulling wings off spiritual flies

So smug and oh so certain

That yours is the enlightened state of mind

Your soul will contemplate its emptiness

Mired in the figures and equations in your head

Embrace the black

Turn away from civilized society

Wrap yourself in ignorance

And force us to accept on pain of death

Marry myths with superstitious nonsense

And damn the nonbelievers

Salvation’s yours, to hell with all the rest

No absolutes are so self-evident

Twisted by your hate, the very word of God

And instrument of death

And who can say which to path to take?

Or bind another’s fate?

A billion-fold extremists' point of view create or hell

Each must be entitled to the conscience of the King

There’s nothing left to wait but for the tolling of the bell