It was so much clearer with my eyes closednIt made sense in my headnI woke up this morning with a headachenAnd I wished that I was deadnWhen I looked outside, It was rainingnThe sky would flash like camerasnRecording usnThe contact print was devastatingnThe exposure's off, this cannot benWhat's wrong with our society?nWe fear our god nSet those in bondage freennAnd it's not the fact we're shamelessnThat we tell our children liesnThere is no beard at a wooden desknChecking sins off in the skynIf it's not the blacks, the poor, the JewsnOr the Arabs or the gaysnThen what pray tell is the reasonnIt's been raining for forty days?nnIt's us my friends! nWe're the reason why this place has gone to hellnWe fight over fiction and storybooksnIt's impossible now to tellnIf we've gone too farnShed too much bloodnCaused damage we can't repairnIn the name of godnWhen the rapture comes, will we have been prepared?nnI'd scream this from a mountain topnOr from the city streetsnIf I could find an audiencenYou damn well bet I'd preachnTo you on your kneesnYou don't have to agreenWith the heathen's word, from an infidelnWith a one way ticket straight to hell.