Sunday's Agenda Lyrics - Circle Of Dead Children

Saviors robed in cloaks of blood 

Eucharist in mouth 

Hand in the basket 

Arms in hand 

Deaths in vain 

Politicians' observe us through stained glass 

Demagogues and bureaucrats are at Sunday's service 

Your god is selling your life 

Your god is buying my liberty 

Politics kiss the Vatican 

Pope encased in plastic while his missionaries fall to mortar and gunfire 

All in the name of the Nothing 

This Sunday has no agenda for you 

Theology is war 

Death is insignificant 

All gray matter is ash 

Myths are preached 

The basket is empty 

The bodies are buried 

And at the end of the tunnel your soul remains unsaved