Slough Feg - The 95 Thesis

Some hide in but you had the balls
To nail your thesis to the capitol walls

Petty indulgences, you shunned them all
As lightning strikes the word of faith will fall

Alone in guilt you crafted your private hell
Your bowels run open for your soul to expel

The day has come and gone, betrayed your cause
The night will fall and you can count his laws

Those nights of savagery that came out of lies
You ask for reason to be your sacrifice

And when you found that faith was worse than hell
For petty charlatans with truth to sell