Fire and brimstone fly as they preach  Their horror stories of a swift-coming doom  And their fury comes not from those they disdain  But from their own guilt of their mockery of worship    Cathode-ray beggars drain the blood from their bibles  Under the guise of protecting out virtue  Using religion as a tool and a weapon  Moral atrocities beyond compare    If the judgement day occured tomorrow  They'd be the first to be ground into paste  In a world of real fear, we don't need their fiction  Or their silver-lined promises of a life after this