It was so much clearer with my eyes closed It made sense in my head I woke up this morning with a headache And I wished that I was dead When I looked outside, It was raining The sky would flash like cameras Recording us The contact print was devastating The exposure's off, this cannot be What's wrong with our society? We fear our god Set those in bondage free And it's not the fact we're shameless That we tell our children lies There is no beard at a wooden desk Checking sins off in the sky If it's not the blacks, the poor, the Jews Or the Arabs or the gays Then what pray tell is the reason It's been raining for forty days? It's us my friends! We're the reason why this place has gone to hell We fight over fiction and storybooks It's impossible now to tell If we've gone too far Shed too much blood Caused damage we can't repair In the name of god When the rapture comes, will we have been prepared? I'd scream this from a mountain top Or from the city streets If I could find an audience You damn well bet I'd preach To you on your knees You don't have to agree With the heathen's word, from an infidel With a one way ticket straight to hell.