Lyrics:

Fornicators in wooden silence
Throw grubstakes on the offering plate
Supplication congregation
Count the creases in your face
Prophet preaches hypocrisy
Disemboweling heresy
And your falsities and your falsities
And your falsified factualities

They can't prove anything
That happened yesterday
Now is the only thing that's real

Sky was purple and my eyes were red
And I fell from the firmament upon my head
Was it something, something, something I said?
One day people gonna make me dead
Caught in this dream, can't hear me scream
Is another variation on my theme
I'm omnipotent fiend, I'm meat for a queen
My hair runs black and my eyes grow green

They can't prove anything
That happ— Prove anything

You don't need your worthless mortal body
Belief is just a pitiful noose
Your God is cerebral masturbation
And satan is your sorry excuse

They can't prove anything
That happened yesterday
Now is the only thing that's real

You don't need your worthless mortal body
Belief is just a pitiful noose
Your God is cerebral masturbation
And satan is your sorry excuse

You don't need your worthless mortal body
You don't need your worthless mortal body
You don't need your worthless mortal body
Belief is just a pitiful noose
They can't prove anything...