sarcastic religion .

what on earth is wrong with me ?
why can't i thank some man i've never seen ?
why can't i accept that he's the reason i'm me ?
i guess there's something wrong with me .

i suppose there's something bad about dissent
and for those actions , we must repent ?
we'll all be the same , we'll all do good deeds
he planted us all , and we're just the seeds

for my creator , i would most certainly die .
i wouldn't compromise , i wouldn't try
and if you don't like it , well that's too bad
he wants us to be happy , never to be sad

let's all sit down , thank a phantom for our supper
and blame him for our bread and butter
he loves us all , that's why we all have to die
we're not individuals , so why even try ?

we reaped the glories , or was it him ?
because i'm the only one that's dirty and grim
so let him take all the credit , we'll all sing a hymn
and not understand that the lighting is dim .