Illusory Choice (feat. Whose)

Y'all letting Protestants rot your common sense
Biting opulence with the jaw-strength of a hippopotamus
From the Rio Grande to the Potomac, I want all of it
Following the promises of Marxists and martyrs
Let a call go out to all of those that slaughter the monsters
Hotter than King Solomon learning to solder
All that God had fostered lost and brought away from their fathers
Often bothers me awfully, the thought of the conquered
Toppled trees, apocrypha, did not receive a Bar Mitzvah
Could you believe the little heathen feels deceived by what the deacon
Had been speaking 'bout the swastika? Disagreed with stigma
Had one eased beneath his Dalmatic, fabric was Venetian
Repeated Hare Krishna's couldn't ease his piquing rage
Thinking like "that's what I get for chasing beacons in the page"
It was then he felt the cage collapse and found the might to flee
Had to beg, but ate his scraps, a healthy mind don't bend the knee

The moral of the story is you're free to draw your own conclusions
Draw your own, draw your own, draw your own
Don't let it be a need to fit in that draws you to illusions
That's real, that's real, that's real!
Don't look for sympathy from the greedy rulers of the institutions
Don't, don't, don't!
We are all only human, yeah, yeah, yeah
Whatever faith you choosing

Split the Red Sea with my father's ancestors' blood
And I can't breathe, choked by the born again
Sworn in opulence, the folklore monument, the Protestant
Inquisition landscape, scramble for the handbrake
Religious diagrams, Boa stricter, Cobra-bitten
Hopeless mission, calling out hypocrisy in evil Christians
Lived my woeful life as Homer Simpson, caught between the systems
Indecision, missing links, whoops! Lost the mission
Split in two solid pieces with the sword of the spirit
Momma hoping that the gay will go with it
Poppa lost the plot, if not the passion, for the novel
Passing of the bottle, now I carry Jewish guilt and Christian economics
Parents are your guide book, written by colonizers
They ain't a Bible, learn from your surroundings, not their titles
I stare into the black, I don't care if it looks back
Whoever I wake up to, they can deal with my ass

The moral of the story is you're free to draw your own conclusions
Draw your own, draw your own, draw your own
Don't let it be a need to fit in that draws you to illusions
That's real, that's real, that's real!
Don't look for sympathy from the greedy rulers of the institutions
Don't, don't, don't!
We are all only human, yeah, yeah, yeah
Whatever faith you choosing