I hope contempt for God as well And his faux religion We undersell If I've reason to believe To soul lies to itself I'll show them mercy But will I lie to myself? And again you'll find A miracle in inches I know you will I hold contempt for her majesty She answers only to charity Ready my head for disbelief But superstitions help I show them mercy but do I lie to myself? I'll hold contempt for God as well (until he delivers by hand) And again you'll find A miracle in inches I know you will