I don't want anything to do with anything divine
No penitence, no patience, no design
No creation, no decline

I don't want any good to come from all my disbelief
No silver-lined exceptions, no reprieve
No redemption, no release

Every lie has its disciples
So maybe i’ve been too devout
But do you count yourself a casualty of a drunken god's mistakes
When they were always yours to make?

Free will isn't free but we all pay a different price
And i’ve got nothing but my morals left to sacrifice
If i can’t empty out my sentences before i die
Then i’ll be wearing out my welcome in the afterlife

Every mountain bears its fortune
But i don’t climb except for you
But do you count yourself a casualty of the shadows of your past
When they were always yours to cast

It's hard work having a soul