Burn for This

Fear of the open doors Fear of the smiling people Anybody here is a traitor And anyone is a liar Behind the cross can't see the truth Crucifixion casts its shadow on you Blood spills here every day With connivance of the holy father We are nobody to each other No one can be bothered When they knocked on the door Hoping for help He turned away from them Treated them like spawns And now every day feels disapproving look Knowing that he must pay his dues Pay his dues You'll burn for this Carved on the wall You'll burn for this Hear a whisper, someone's call Don't be afraid of the dead Fear the living Who shuts the door in front of you When you beg for the safe place Crowd never changes, it is always the same Burning witches, praising the kings Then spiting in their faces Let the holy father feed his flock Which he betrays When they ask for the shelter And he closes the door in front of them Here's invisible sign on the door "Don't bother me I'm not doing anything for free" The sound of coins gives absolution This sound of coins will clear us all But still he feels this disapproving look Knowing that he must pay his dues You'll burn for this Carved on the wall You'll burn for this Hear a whisper, someone's call Don't be afraid of the dead Fear the living Who shuts the door in front of you When you beg for the safe place