The Behest of Serpents - Hypocrite

Disciples follow blindly
To unmarked graves
Ideas and introspection
Their heads encaged
This blinding light from windows came
Behind the pulpit, stained glass pane
The wretched cast away their sins
Pour money in the bins
Obedience conditioned
Just like a dog
Line the vilifier's pockets
Turn eyes from god
Follow the golden word
Told from the tongues of snakes
Cherry-pick your scriptures
That cross can't keep you safe
Bow your heads
Say your prayers
Hoping that they'll be answered
Dawn your robes
Sing your hymns
Never dare to question
Eat the flesh
Drink the blood
Your weekly dose of lies
Blasphemer
Heretic
Know that you're the hypocrite
Bow your heads and follow me
You think that cross around your neck
Means you can do no wrong
Lift up your nose, turn not your cheek
Your hell's where you belong
Follow the lies that you're told
They're all you have
You'll be absolved of your sins
Give them your obedience
Pay them your tithe
After they sodomize your sons
Follow the golden word
Told from the tongues of snakes
Cherry-pick your scriptures
That cross can't keep you safe
You spout of love, but you're first to judge
Think for your fucking selves
Those without sin, cast the stones
The congregation lets them fly

Written by:
David Gulley, Doug Wright, Paul Clark, Seth Norton, Steven Lunsford

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