Just like the spread of disease
Debt and guilt or guilt and decree
The masters that we please
Yet if we seek help for infirmities
We are made twice the sons of hell as before
Reach out your hand
Reach out your hand
Only to be plagued by disease
Reach out your hand
Reach out your hand
Only to be plagued by disease
While religion tries to blame
What we cannot see
I accept that part of the problem is me
It was never a sacred mandate
To accept conformity
Through select revelations
That we choose to believe.
Another blind guide replacing divine eyes
Familiarity is the great deception
Disguised by authority
Sealing out subversion
Whitewashed tombs have hidden the truth
For we unknowingly worship icons of ordinary life
Reach out your hand to find forgiveness
Only to be plagued by disease
The horrors of beliefs and customs
Camouflaged by commonality
Reach out your hand
Reach out your hand
Reach out your hand
Reach out your hand
I still believe that there is hope for us
But I believe we must look outside
The sanctuaries of oppression
That have brought our world so much pain
Another blind guide replacing divine eyes
Whitewashed tombs have hidden the truth
Reach out your hand to find forgiveness
Only to be plagued by disease
Reach out your hand to find forgiveness
Only to be plagued by disease
Reach out your hand
Reach out your hand | 
