Treachery with a smile, etched upon its face A face of red , but a heart of stone cold black Servants of two masters, the congregation splits Serving sexual rituals, true back bites
Pirates in pinstripe, admired by the many in their hours of weakness All ways stand, with their backs to the sun Religious fanatics, muttering righteousness on sacred ground The armor of religion like foil across a bed of nails Conscience, burning, lives held Hostage to heaven Symbolic bullshit, hung around the necks, of the weak Silver and gold, just trinkets of deception One man's faith becomes another man's evil Don't deny the power of inner strength, right 2x Conscience, burning, lives held Hostage to heaven
