Just like the spread of disease

Debt and guilt or guilt and decree

The masters that we please

Yet if we seek help for infirmities

We are made twice the sons of hell as before

Reach out your hand

Reach out your hand

Only to be plagued by disease

Reach out your hand

Reach out your hand

Only to be plagued by disease

While religion tries to blame

What we cannot see

I accept that part of the problem

Is me

It was never a sacred mandate

To accept conformity

Through select revelations

That we choose to believe

Another blind guide

Replacing divine eyes

Familiarity

Is the great deception

Disguised by authority

Sealing out subversion

Whitewashed tombs

Have hidden the truth

For we unknowingly worship

Icons of ordinary life

Reach out your hand

To find forgiveness

Only to be plagued by disease

The horrors of

Beliefs and customs

Camouflaged by commonality

Reach out your hand

Reach out your hand

Reach out your hand

Reach out your hand

I still believe

That there is hope for us

But I believe

We must look outside

The sanctuaries

Of oppression

That have brought our world

So much pain

Yeah another blind guide

Replacing divine eyes

Eyes)

Whitewashed tombs

Whitewashed tombs)

Have hidden the truth

Reach out your hand

To find forgiveness

Only to be plagued by disease

Plagued by disease)

Reach out your hand

To find forgiveness

Reach out your hand)

Only to be plagued by disease

Reach out your hand

Reach out your hand