Pray to your lonely godsnThere's so many left to choose fromnThey all can't be wrongnnShould takenYou should take a breathnBecause in the end your just the same as all the restnnAnd you're caught between the bible and the gunnWhen everybody claims their god's the onenOne, The one, The onenOne, The onennBreak what is in your waynNothing stands between usnOr nothing will remainnnAnd you're caught between the bible and the gunnWhen everybody claims their god's the onenOne, The one, The one (x2)nOne, The onennWhat you feel is only real if it's written in your heartnThe word's designed to keep us apartnnWhen everybody claims their god's the onenOne, The one, The one (x2)nOne, The onennThe One,nOne, The one, The one (x3)