Piano Magic - March Of The Atheists lyrics

Well I can accept that you have your faith So you must accept that I have none You chase your god into your grave I'll die alone when my days are done All these fabulous beasts that you strike down All this beautiful land that you claim to command And all these wars in the name of a book There's god in your heart but there's blood on your hands So where are you fires of hell So where now your golden gates I see no angels, no heaven on high I hear no marching of your saints Go placidly amongst the noise and haste Well, I know your churches are a sight to behold And I know your stories as good as any man I know we all have our crosses to bear But I?ll waste none of my time in desperate prayer I've rung the bells of the Mont St-Michel But me and the saviour were never that close I've called into the night with no hope of reply But I?ve seen the holes in the holy ghost So where now, your peace to all men So where now, your undeniable proof Where is it written, in paper or stone An eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth