Crucified millions go to mass every day
To earn from God their moral wages
Their world is dying - for forgiveness they pray
Yet meanwhile the battle rages
Can't you see what you're doing?
Can't you see what I'm trying to say?
Fantasizing virtue, whilst inequity breeds. Yeah
Mechanical slaves to the Doomsday Machine
But you won't listen - You watch the planet turn
From Cathedral spires.