I battle with these demons as I toss and turn at night 
bitter taste in my mouth, and then a blast of blinding light 

I see it all laid to waste in a view from the end of the world 
Five billion souls incinerated in the doom of the gods 

600 years of progress lost because of you 
Can I get reparations to make up for this abuse? 
I want some flying cars, a ticket to the stars, 
or even just a world without religious wars 

But this [bad word] ain't stacked in my favor 
We race towards the end of days 
And while you pave way for your savior, 
I fear the rationality of the faithfully insane 

Still a credit to [bad word]  what a beautiful excuse 
to never open up your eyes and see the things you lose 
Just climb the beanstalk when you die 
and meet the giant in the sky