The Gospel of Judas

Lucifer, they look upon you narrowly,
Imbuing a fable with quaint reasoning.
Ignoring that you are as fictional as Yahweh,
They are slaves, stained with God's word.

(Chorus)
Your word is a lamp lighting a path at their feet,
Because the path of a fool seems right to them.
Blessed are the gullible for they are deceived,
Step away and look through the luminous cloud.

Your faith is a hammer nailing itself to the cross,
We cannot help but laugh at religious slavery.
Don't fill the world's face with any churches,
Religion's carcass should be trodden underfoot.

(Chorus)