Belief
Have you ever watched them as they gather there on Sundays
In grotesque clothes as tokens of esteem
And stoop beneath the musty pulpit, ready to submit
Their bodies and their souls to the machine
Its normal to submit
To feed the holy leach
To sell yourself to slavery
Believe in what they preach
The smell of the church lies like guilt upon their shoulders
Oppressive silence dulls the brain, accept
Kneel in repentance you will accept our doctrine
And share in all the relics we have kept
People must believe in ways to eliminate their freedom
The church is just like bondage of the brain
Its frightening to realise what's happening outside
Obscure the view with Christ on coloured panes
