Con Artist

A coundrel in sheep's wool is still a scoundrel as in the case we see here todayYou wanted us to be by your sideThe guilt you carry wil not ensure you place in heavenYou never wanted us to be independentHolding on to every word by a thread of false hopeI can see through the liesThe tongue of god is but a stranger in these desperate timesThe arms of god discriminate in these desperate timesThe tongue of god is but a stranger in these desperate timesThe arms of god discriminate in these desperate timesYou're selling your manipulation, I'm not buyingYou're playing on the fear that you've instilled in all of usWe don't have to live like this any longerI spit on your name and your institutionYou wanted uis to be by your sideThe guilt you carry will ensure your place in heavenYou never wanted us to be independentHolding on to every word by a thread of false hopeI can see through the liesThe tongue of god is but a stranger in these desperate timesThe arms of god discriminate in these desperate timesThe tongue of god is but a stranger in these desperate timesThe arms of god discriminate in these desperate timesYour faith is deadWe don't have to live like thisGet off your knees