Father! Where have you gone?
We need your eyes in times of filth
Instill the shame, provide the blame
Invoke the guilt
Because the flesh takes on a life of its own
I know that I can’t be left alone
So be my hands, and be me eyes, and be my soul
Hands fed to the churning gears of industry
Devotion shifted, subverted
Legions frothing at the mouth
A populace now enslaved by the temporal
Compassion cannot be bought
Salvation cannot be achieved without suffering
Absolution cannot be sold
His message must be heard
Christ thrown on the assembly line
Mass production
His message must be heard
At the behest of His word
Hypocrite! Whited Sepulcher! Liar!
The blood on your hands is washed away by your divine lie
Ravenous!
Run through your lines to appease your huddled masses
Ravenous wolf! Miscreant vermin!
I know that you never had a soul
From this point on, to watch you die will be my goal
Counting the earnings stolen from the weak and broken
The dissonance of manufactured faith left unspoken
The struggle for utopian morality spawned dystopia
Ravenous wolf! Pharisee!
