A !@(%e a deity
On !@(% or vanity
To jack their personality

Beyond normal humanity

A crowd of massed humanity

Bows down and worships diligently.
He's built a loyal following
And soon they steer him thoroughly.


But jealous man plots from the pews--
No need for valid righteousness

One slightly truthful word set free
Will turn the tides quite easily


Our accusations need not be
What would bury mortal man--
The sins of our own deity

Are tiny but on these we stand

We don't cry for the gods that die by our hands--

We throw stones if our gods take a stand
We create and destroy our stigmata martyrs stigmata martyrs


So once upon the podium
A crucifix we then erect
And nail our hero heartily

Hands and feet and bind his neck

The reason for our worship fades

Our idol's drenched in his own blood
Forgotten are the virtues that
We valued beyond royalty


We don't cry for the gods that die by our hands--
We throw stones if our gods take a stand

We create and destroy our stigmata martyrs stigmata martyrs

With joy we dig his shallow grave

Anticipating pains to come
We watch the wriggling dance of death
And laugh light-hearted at death's fun


We've pounded out the joyous light;
Our savior's buried now for years

A legend now of time gone by
A martyr of forgotten tears


We don't cry for the gods that die by our hands--
We throw stones if our gods take a stand
We create and destroy our stigmata martyrs stigmata martyrs