Can you sing these lyrics with the passion of a true disbeliever?

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There must be some kinda other way out of here
Said the gospel's hand relief
There's so much illusion
I can't get no belief

Walk on waters into wine
Can you dig the mirth
Nothing but bs on the line
Nobody says it has worth

No trinity's ever cited
In the comix that spoke
To the many here among us
Able to know it's all a joke

But you and I, we've seen through that
And this is not our fate
So let us not talk falsely now
That Armageddon's late

All among the watchtower
Believers form a queue
Proselytisers come and go
God-botherers do

Outside in reality
Logic throws in the towel
While others are reproaching
The laughter begins to howl