Heathen Temple

Beliefs must evolve or face extinction
Shed dogma, snakeskin
No need for confession
Or astral projection
I survive on the primal instinct within

Even a loving God
Is still a master
Even a loving God
Is still a master

Spare me your fear
And all these childish superstitions
I've spent decades
Trying to purge your swill
From my system

God is in the mirror
Not hiding in the sky
This heathen temple will stand tall
'Til the day that I die

'Til the day that I die
'Til the day I die
This heathen temple will stand tall