show me the pale phantom of Bethlehem
we run, we run from reason
no crackers born in the house of bread
the west paints nails through lily white hands
for the nonsense our egos demand
canvasses covered with apostate blood
for more portraits of the prophet's love
race didn't draw this battle line
this hate was an intelligent design
and it's a f****** lie
white Jesus
the coward's redeemer
that lies to believers
betrays the healer
every page and brush's stride
so successfully divides
we've held tight these mythologies
and their subsequent iconography
we invented our architect
we run, we run from reason
and we placed that lie on a mortal neck
made a one-way mirror of the planet's roof
let fear fuel our every tribute
share the same worldview as medieval minds
heeding the threats of forgotten scribes
slaughter and slave for paradise
and cry intolerance when criticized
and it's a f****** lie
we run, we run from reason
no crackers born in the house of bread
the west paints nails through lily white hands
for the nonsense our egos demand
canvasses covered with apostate blood
for more portraits of the prophet's love
race didn't draw this battle line
this hate was an intelligent design
and it's a f****** lie
white Jesus
the coward's redeemer
that lies to believers
betrays the healer
every page and brush's stride
so successfully divides
we've held tight these mythologies
and their subsequent iconography
we invented our architect
we run, we run from reason
and we placed that lie on a mortal neck
made a one-way mirror of the planet's roof
let fear fuel our every tribute
share the same worldview as medieval minds
heeding the threats of forgotten scribes
slaughter and slave for paradise
and cry intolerance when criticized
and it's a f****** lie