You say God simply approves
When you condemn the dead
Do you think he'll approve
When you condemn in his stead
You take what you're owed
And then some more
Say meet in the middle ground
Then back us against a wall
Tell me, is it sin
To be created this way
You twist the meaning so far
It seems that even God commits
From your holy ground
Your righteous anger
Not so right reactionary
You claim to cleanse
This world of imperfection
You think that God will
Let you into Heaven
You talk of all things holy
You know the unknown
Breeds fear
Breeds anger
Breeds senseless hate
You claim hate is justified
On some poor scapegoat
It's okay, just if I
Am not someone you know
You're bleating like a goat
You're bleating like a kid
You're bleeding like a child
Left for worse than dead
You talk of all things holy
Like our Father on his throne
Sinners in heavenly glass houses
Throwing damning stones.