This `Bible` of Errors,
Call the stretcher bearers.
Some people believed,
Their souls it has thieved.
Mocking them with it`s laugh,
They`re the sacrificial calf.
Their screams echo, echo,
This `Bible` their biggest foe.
My Bible of Errors, take a look,
I wrote it coz I am a crook,
And I really couldn`t give a fook,
If people scream, and cry,
And burn, and die.
This `Bible` of Errors,
Worshipped by robe-wearers.
My teachers preach arrogance,
My people do their death-dance.
My church is awash with false idols,
I cannot feel their weak pulls.
Ceremony and pomp are my way,
Because it won`t hold on Judgement Day.
My Bible of Errors, take a look,
I wrote it coz I am a crook,
And I really couldn`t give a fook,
If people scream, and cry,
And burn, and die.
So burn, die, crash, cry,
Upon my false wings I`ll fly,
To your soul wave goodbye,
You shall not defy!