To the BelieversTo those who dirty their knees in prayerWho beg for forgiveness all night and dayI say your Almighty Lord is not thereCan't you see you're wasting your lives away?What is this deity, but a tyrant?The source of anger, ignorance and prideIn his name wars are fought while good men stay silentWho can be beaten, with God on their side?He's all too human, as one would expectOf a being born in flawed mammal mindsWe're worshipping ourselves, when we reflectOn the qualities of man that spellbind.No divine hand moves o'er the lands and watersThe cosmos don't rely on a designAs for us, the stars above are our fathersOur mot