Come on and borrow my crown of thorns
The crowd is still watching we can't be forlorn
Martyrs arise - under the guise

Of blood, sweat and tears and through all of our fears
Oh what delightful good !@^%s we all are
Everyone loves to worship new gods


Have no fear to engineer
The mythology


It burns and hurts
To drink the blood of a saint

It burns to sanctify the betrayal
Hurt - to drink the blood of the saints


Come on relentless and dance on the dead
They should have lasted longer
Their dust we now spread

Weapon of dread, blindfold crimson red
Our seven tailed wraith and our opium -
Blind faith

Oh what delightful good !@^%s we all are
Everyone loves to worship new gods


Have no fear to engineer
The $#&@ing mythology