Folie de Grandeur

Take, from their pockets emptied out The charitable and the guilty Choking on Saints hands inside their mouths The excommunicated limbs Operate in secret We knocked and knocked, but no ever answers it I can hear you move inside Fumbling for the curtains, Turning out the lights Abandon the widows and let them rot Without a father the orphans are a lost cause Eat up the body, drink up the blood Drunk with the power, you're stealing from God "Treat all the same Meet you where you're at Come as you are" That's what they say But they spit in the face Of the ones who have no name The impoverished, and the beggarly The deficient and the lame Taking photos to save face For the sinners they became Acting high and holy For sectarian undue praise Abandon the widows and let them rot Without a father the orphans are a lost cause Eat up the body, drink up the blood Drunk with the power, you're stealing from God You're raping the pockets Of the poor and the desperate You heard all the teachings But somehow you still missed it You're eating your brothers And sisters alike When you get to heaven Will He respond in kind?