No Voices In The Sky

The sermons from the pulpits seem to give you peace of mind
Infesting you with holy myths to lead and feed the blind
Nothing the past thousand years both glorified as well
As used to issue torment, used to frighten you with hell

What cloaks as true belief will procreate your fears
Encapsuled in a holy shell of “everything is alright”

Won’t hear no voices in the sky,
No heaven’s gate the way you’re dying
Won’t hear no voices in the sky
To lift you up the day you die

“Stand up and be counted for the djihad we’re to win”
Religion merged with politics will bear the greatest sins
Kept in prayers’ somnolence you’re promised brighter days
For ages waiting for release, enlightening your ways

What cloaks as true belief will procreate your fears
Encapsuled in a holy shell of “everything is alright”

Won’t hear no voices in the sky,
No heaven’s gate the way you’re dying
Won’t hear no voices in the sky
To lift you up the day you die

Who needs so much power on the lives you spend?
And your darkest hours, are they heaven-sent?



What cloaks as true belief will procreate your fears
Encapsuled in a holy shell of “everything is alright”

Won’t hear no voices in the sky,
No heaven’s gate the way you’re dying
Won’t hear no voices in the sky
To lift you up the day you die