Cultic regimes, Money to scheme, False religions, beware Caught in the grip Caught in the spit It's all going to burn, it's a snare
Worship the god of your choice Is he asleep where is his voice My god raised up from the dead, is yours in bed?
No more No more No more No more
Power to take Power to steal Your mind is what they want Don't let them suck you into their muck, they'll Hound you and pound you all
Worship the god of your choice Is he asleep where is his voice My god raised up from the dead - is yours in bed?
No more No more No more No more
Listen to me The bible it says One god is the maker of all If you don't believe that Jesus is God, Then my god made yours, that's all
Brainwash the goose, Brainwash the gander, Brainwash what moves and gives But if I could brainwash the cults with the truth, Millions of lives would live
Cultic regimes Cultic regimes Cultic regimes, no more
