Wipe out all the wonder from creation Replace it all with fractals And synthesize the beauty and design Pulling wings off spiritual flies So smug and oh so certain That yours is the enlightened state of mind Your soul will contemplate its emptiness Mired in the figures and equations in your head Embrace the black Turn away from civilized society Wrap yourself in ignorance And force us to accept on pain of death Marry myths with superstitious nonsense And damn the nonbelievers Salvation's yours, to hell with all the rest No absolutes are so self-evident Twisted by your hate, the very word of God And instrument of death And who can say which to path to take? Or bind another's fate? A billion-fold extremists' point of view create our hell Each must be entitled to the conscience of the King There's nothing left to wait for but the tolling of the bell And who can say which to path to take? Or bind another's fate? A billion-fold extremists' point of view create our hell Each must be entitled to the conscience of the King There's nothing left to wait for but the tolling of the bell