Oh Lord I know you don’t exist
I know you never did
But talking to myself like this
They taught me as a kid
They said I’d go to burning hell
If I didn’t mumble words
Like all the good folk in the church
Who slaughter pigs and birds
They torture fish with nets and hooks
Until the seas run red
The land is drenched in cruel blood
So Christians can be fed
So Lord forgive me if I sin
By calling you a lie
I just can’t see how you could be
And let these creatures die