Pathetic, Preaching Views Songtext

I find it sad how they turn to god for the answer,
from their im-mobile past
Every prayer breaks a sin,
it's against this so called religion to lie within
When the lord can't save you,
you bare the bible to believe it's still true
Regurgitate the spirit,
and let your wounds absorb the flu

False, is the god you turn to when drowned in storms of dismay