Who died and made you moral arbiter?
Lines between holy and righteous have blurred
No light
Your guidance blindfolds the lost
Fighting to beat their inner demons
Lives come to a cross
Your hand goes out but your motivation
Is your own wealth and your greed;
Selling tall tales of higher powers
To meet your own needs
Prayers won't save you now
So save your breath to make amends with those misled instead
Holier than thou
Prayers won't save you now, and they won't redeem your life at the hour of your death
No shame
Placing guilt on the innocent
Pointing fingers and blaming others
To hide your own sins
Holding on to thoughts
Outdated, from the past
No thanks, "man of the cloth"
I'll carve my own path
So tell your God that I am not ashamed of who I am
I'd rather burn in hell than fake a smile and shake your hand
So tell your God that I am not ashamed of who I am
I'd rather burn in hell than shake your hand