Impiety

Your confessions may bring you sanctity But they'll never mean a fucking thing to me I hope you burn for the things you've done While you repent and wait for the holy one Of all the countless lives You've held by the throat at the edge of a knife Men of God become men of hell You spread your lies to no more avail How did it feel? Was it satisfying? Burn in hell You've been caught lying Pharisees and false prophets Tear them all from their pulpits Heaven and hell see you as the same And they both disdain what you became So prepare for your rapture If that's what makes you feel better But your rosaries fall and your skin will fester Burn Televised and among the common You gave up the ghost and became sloven And for the pain and innocence that you've stolen Fall on your sword your fucking cult is broken Pharisees and false prophets Tear them all from their pulpits They have had their moment No forgiveness for these cowards it's time for atonement How did it feel? Was it satisfying? Burn in hell You've been caught lying So prepare for your rapture If that's what makes you feel better But your rosaries fall and your skin will fester Burn