Don't form thoughts, trust politicians
Forfeit soul, pursue religion
Lose free will to gain protection
Sink the ship with good intention
See our minds become conditioned
As we swear by these traditions
Lose our hearts and breed division
Oh my God why can't we wake up, wake up?
They're selling Heaven tonight, oh!
Sign on the dotted line, oh!
They've got your Christ on copyright
To think you know who goes to Heaven
Is just one big misconception
Like God hates fags and communism
Create fear to feed the system, feed the system
Oh!
They're selling Heaven tonight, oh!
Sign on the dotted line, oh!
They've got your Christ on copyright
Oh!
They're selling Heaven tonight, oh!
Sign on the dotted line, oh!
They've got your Christ on copyright
We are not machines
We are not machines
We are not machines
We are not machines
If they scream loud
They might muscle the crowd
But we won't bow down
No, we don't bow down
Oh!
They're selling Heaven tonight
But it's not alright
Oh!
They're selling Heaven tonight, oh!
Sign on the dotted line, oh!
They got your Christ on copyright
Selling Heaven tonight
Sign on the dotted line
It's not alright, it's not alright
It's copyright
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