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
