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-biters



Pirates in pinstripe, admired by the many in the hour of weakness

Always, 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

Don't deny the power of inner strength, right



Conscience, burning, lives held

Hostage to heaven



Conscience, burning, lives held

Hostage to heaven