• Praying fills the air waves with hopes and dreams for those who have fallen down
    Our looks deceive our worst of sins that cloud our judgmental selves
    Plagued with doubt, listen to those screaming for help
    Their chaotic point of view on tyranny will go against the
    2 chalk lines that change with the ebb and flow of dishonesty

    Hierarchy blessed with the wine of blood of their enemies
    Their voice surrounds the millions who follow them
    The martyr takes the form of modern art, twisting and turning in any direction
    Hypocrisy disbelieves the way you carry yourself
    Throw your thoughts into the careless wind and watch them glow

    Is this a big mistake, a Greek tragedy at the wrong pace?
    Extensive gothic towers throw off the steadiest armies
    Trip, roll, duck for cover
    With your blindfold covered in dirt, the choir takes aim at your guilt
    Makes sure the shot hits the cross that’s strangling around our necks
    Marching believers fall into line, wavering, stealing, and oh so becoming of the future