The sound of corruption echoes

Off the huge chilling stone walls

The morbid feeling forever lingers

Long after the music is gone

“Gloria” they sing

Glory to God, the highest of them all

“Kyrie” they chant

Lord, have mercy on my soul

Yet they reject the beggars

Searching for answers in the cold

They have no literacy allowing you twist doctrines

For a few more coins of gold

The sky around the church

Always seems black and foreboding

In a time when sanctuary means nothing

And priests are wolves in sheep’s clothing

Night is day and day is night

A man would stab his brother in the back

If only to be in power

What does your god think of that?

“For God so loved the world”

A twisted world of hatred and sin

“That he gave his only begotten son”

We all killed him

“That whosoever believes in him”

The holy father of an innocent man

“Shall not perish but have eternal life.”

And save the wicked from being dammed

Twas’ true then and is true now

That corruption rules our lands

Tis’ a mortal fatality that we face the reality

Of believing an unholy pen

God sees evil

God hears lies

Is this the way we repay

Someone who gave his son to die?