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 it's 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