I'm sorry to see you so done,
Blinded by religion.
There is no God's love in your hearts,
Heaven is a fiction.
I want to show you what is real:
God is just a business.
The parson's smile, the greedy grin,
God is just a business.
Throw this away, I can lead you.
Throw this away, I can lead you.
Bell tolls for you,
Bell tolls again.
Bell tolls for you,
Bell tolls again.
Your faith is stupid, don't you know,
And your hearts are hollow.
The wretched guy upon a cross
Is the one you follow.
Throw this away, I can lead you.
Throw this away, I can lead you.
Bell tolls for you,
Bell tolls again.
Bell tolls for you,
Bell tolls again.
There is no sea, and there is no beast.
Apocalypse is not what you think.
Here comes the age of antichristianity...
Antichristianity
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