Stop the drums
Close the books
And quit singing what your souls don't mean
Fire the pastor
Burn the ministry
And feed your heart with what you don't know
Your heart rages evil in envy
Your mouth is quiet with the holy word
But your eyes tell stories of your rages and regrets
That feed the demons you hide in you
Your naiveness hold you hostige of your lies
And your plight continues to play in your yard
Your dark mind haunts you blind
And your feet yells in excrution
And your words cripple in callousness
Yet your false faith hold you in false wealth
Your destitute a result of the feathers your fly with
And your Truthful Lies hold you with vestige
Blow the candles
Remove the skin from the drums you hold
Take off the holy coat.
And wear that you wear at night
Paint your soul with the smoke that fade from your candle
For that is what you really are
Polluting green hearts
With your evil schemes
And colonising innocent souls
With your unholiness
Spark the dark and hold the blood candle
For your heart only seeks the blood of others
Leave the innocent
And stop being intimate with Lucifer
Seek for good
And bury the bad
Take a trip to the holy palace
And seek for the king that's holds your real soul.
Seek for Gold
And look for iron
For that mercy will be the only thing that he holds for you
