The people talk about Sunday
About the end of the world and the God in the painting
They say it so convincing
And that the Heaven above is eternally waiting
And did you know on Sunday
That they pray for the dead with the trigger on safety
They are so convincing
That these children are willing to die
Justify the dead with God
For which you gladly suffer
Nailed to the cross, dipped in blood, beneath the dirt forever
Why don't they realize the sadness of their Holy Christ
It's just too late, so bury the sons of war tonight
The people talk about Sunday
About the end of the world and the God in the painting
It carries me and it buries me
These children are willing to die
AND UP ABOVE IN HEAVEN TO THEY CRY
NO MORE RELIGION, NO MORE LIE