Created: February 21, 2015 | Updated: February 21, 2015
Genre : Biography
Language : English
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You look on the world with a cold stare.
You're saints in your prayers
But what could prayers every do.
You burn those who seek the truth.
You think I'm lesser than you.
We've got our crosses to bare
So pick up your damn share.
Take bread from the poor
And give penance to the grave.
You claim that your god will save
Yet you're the first to cast the stone
And those who step out of line.
I see you throw them to the lions.
Yes, your hands are always clean
When you wash them of these deeds.
My eyes have been opened wide.
I see straight through all your goddamn lies.
I know you'd sell my soul.
What's your price?
Thirty pieces.
Here I am,
Wide awake
In disillusionment.