it's the day of atonement, 2001
and i'm sorry for anything i might have done
i'm sorry for everything we've left to do
i'm sorry we're still so confused
well, i never had faith - so, we'll never be safe
we never were safe anyway
it's just that the veil was ripped from our face
on such a beautiful day
() mohommed is pacing
when he isn't kneeling
jesus can't talk
he's too busy weeping
yahweh's a mother
who sighs at the ceiling
if only they knew how good it could've been
it's the day of atonement 2004
would jesus be happy we evened the score
you hypocrites, bullies who profit from war
may your gods all spit on your graves
i say all of you gods
tell your squabbling children
whatever the color or call
they can all go to hell (if there is such a thing)
go to hell
have it out
have a ball
() mohommed is pacing
when he isn't kneeling
jesus can't talk
he's too busy weeping
yahweh's a mother
who sighs at the ceiling
if only they knew how good it could've been
i say all of you gods
tell your squabbling children
whatever the color or call
you can all go to hell (if there is such a thing)
go to hell
have it out
have a ball

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