| You fed them your lies and you stole all their earnings away
|
| You made a market for those that want to be saved
|
| What you’re doing isn’t something new
|
| Religion is an ancient form of revenue
|
| Your pockets fill as you betray their trust
|
| Your gaudy cross encased in rust
|
| The needy starve while you take your fill
|
| Eyes to the sky with your hand in the till
|
| You spread the plague while you sell the cure
|
| A modern day zealot entrepreneur
|
| You take advantage of those who seek the help
|
| By selling pardons from hell
|
| Your scripture says give up what you own
|
| But yet you preach from a golden throne
|
| Without sin, they’d have no reason to buy into belief turned enterprise
|
| Belief turned enterprise (enterprise)
|
| You lie
|
| You steal
|
| You’ll be dragged down by your greed
|
| You’re nothing more than a pious thief
|
| You’ll never admit
|
| You only bow
|
| You only bow to the gilded profit
|
| You spread the plague while you sell the cure
|
| A modern day zealot entrepreneur
|
| You take advantage of those who seek the help
|
| By selling pardons from hell
|
| Your scripture says give up what you own
|
| But yet you preach from a golden throne
|
| Without sin, they’d have no reason to buy into belief turned enterprise
|
| You hoard every dollar you find
|
| But if you practiced what you preached you’d leave it all behind
|
| You can’t pull your riches through a needles eye
|
| You can’t save us from a falling sky
|
| You spread the plague while you sell the cure
|
| A modern day zealot entrepreneur
|
| You take advantage of those who seek the help
|
| By selling pardons from hell
|
| Your scripture says give up what you own
|
| But yet you preach from a golden throne
|
| Without sin, they’d have no reason to buy into belief turned enterprise |