"Sects" lyrics

Like the last of the Mohicans
Acted like the bloody pagans
So let the bells ring
Rejoice and sing

Jim Jones, where did you come from?
Jim Jones, was it for fun?
Jim Jones, is that your name?
Jim Jones, a style of death

These sects are promised lands
Are you ready to all meet gods?
Martyrs, killers, holding hands
Do not fight the odds
The dying angel said: "Drink up!"
"Be merry and be dead!"

Jim Jones, where did you come from?
Jim Jones, was it for fun?
Jim Jones, is that your name?
Jim Jones, you died for fame

Murder! Murder! Murder!
The zero hero

Walk on them like insects
Gamble with death for a joke
Mercenaries, disciples
With bibles and rifles
In the temple of people
Doomsday book of evil
No poster hanging high

I die, you die, don't ask why
I die, you die, don't ask why
I die, you die, don't ask why
I die, you die, don't ask why

And I do, but I don't ask why
And I do, but I don't ask why
And I do, but I don't ask why
And I do, but I don't ask why

Ah ha, ha, ha, ha

I lie, you die