Cultic regimes, money to scheme   False religions, beware   Caught in the grip, caught in the spit   It's all going to burn, it's a snare      Worship the God of your choice   Is He asleep where is His voice   My God raised up from the dead   Is yours in bed?      No more   No more   No more   No more      Power to take, power to steal   Your mind is what they want   Don't let them suck you into their muck   They'll hound you and pound you all      Worship the God of your choice   Is He asleep where is His voice   My God raised up from the dead   Is yours in bed?      No more   No more   No more   No more      Listen to this, the bible it says   One God is the maker of all   If you don't believe that Jesus is God   My God made yours, that's all      Brainwash the goose, brainwash the gander   Brainwash what moves and gives   If I could brainwash the cults with the truth   Millions of lives would live, live, live      Cultic regimes, cultic regimes   Cultic regimes, no more, yeah, no more