Razorblades - American Steel

You know Jesus, the magician

Statistician, God bless your superstition

Walked on water, turned it into wine

Hated faggots, complained about them all the time

The world is lousy with religion

Of course yours is the true one

Your faith can’t make our decisions

Aren’t they our decisions anyway?

They’re only words, they can’t draw blood

Is that a dose of Jesus' love?

Left 'em bleeding, you were screaming

Razorblades

Razorblades, razorblades

Your words are so sharp with hate

Left 'em bleeding, you were screaming

Razorblades

Who’d believe us without statisticians?

Mounting death tolls, God bless your superstition

If there’s no atheists in the trenches

I think that maybe they came to their senses

The world is lousy with religion

Of course yours is a peaceful one

Your faith can’t make our decisions

Aren’t they our decisions anyway?

But they’re only words, they can’t draw blood

Is that a dose of Jesus' love?

Left 'em bleeding, you were screaming

Razorblades

Razorblades, razorblades

Your words are so sharp with hate

Left 'em bleeding, you were screaming

Razorblades