The wage of sin is death
But what is this death
Is it where the death was born
As taught by pious souls?
Who wage a war on peace
To thieve from what is free
To deny our very breath
In the guise of spirit
Will the dust return to dust
Shall the spirit be d***ed to burn
Will the dust return to dust
Shall the spirit be d***ed
Get thee back
Plastic shaman
Plastic shaman
You fear your own truth is false
Fearing the wrath of god
It's men who hammer the nails
Fearing the death of our souls
While man cuts flesh from bone
Will the dust return to dust
Shall the spirit be d***ed to burn
Will the dust return to dust
Shall the spirit be d***ed
Get thee back
Plastic shaman
Plastic shaman
You fear your own truth is false
Get thee back
But what is this death
Is it where the death was born
As taught by pious souls?
Who wage a war on peace
To thieve from what is free
To deny our very breath
In the guise of spirit
Will the dust return to dust
Shall the spirit be d***ed to burn
Will the dust return to dust
Shall the spirit be d***ed
Get thee back
Plastic shaman
Plastic shaman
You fear your own truth is false
Fearing the wrath of god
It's men who hammer the nails
Fearing the death of our souls
While man cuts flesh from bone
Will the dust return to dust
Shall the spirit be d***ed to burn
Will the dust return to dust
Shall the spirit be d***ed
Get thee back
Plastic shaman
Plastic shaman
You fear your own truth is false
Get thee back