The Death of Faith and Reason (Live)

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