Lyrics Skeletons - Aqualeo

Skeletons

He prepares the bait by telling little boys to celibate
Before they’re old enough to decipher that what he tells is fake
Compelled with faith is what they say fuels that ministry
And have no facts to back the imagery
They pretend to be sheep, when inside they’re predatory
Tells a story but leave out the parts that’s heridatory
I mean hereditary, it’s very scary to think what you believe is false
Makes me empathize with those whose soul is sold to gleam and floss
The dream is lost, the messiah went unnoticed by the very people in the church
who claimed they’d been focused
On God’s word, on God’s word
They lay hands on little boys and play with their genitals like they’re toys
No subliminal ploys, this is real talk
Aqualeo’s here to show you the dead still walk
So pay attention to what priests and preachers promise you
They’ll tell you anything to soften you up and fondle you
It’s all good, or whatever you want to call it
But we know there is skeletons in your closet
Hold up, slow it down, just pause it
So we can see the skeletons in your closet
They told me never tell a soul
About his prayer meetings
To never go against father’s preaching
That all the kids followed his teachers
Cuz if they didn’t it was hell they were seeking
He said the secret had to stay inside the church
That if mama and daddy knew, bible study wouldn’t work
That I had to take off my pants, underwear, and shirt
Cuz he had to touch certain places, and if it starts to hurt
Then that was the sacrifice, what we learned from Jesus Christ
I had to feel pain so I could have eternal life
And it was ok to cry, but let it hide
Explain how I feel inside, as he held his journal by the light
As he writes with a slight grin he tells me again and again
That this was getting rid of all my sins
I hated to brush my teeth, but he made me
He said this would hide the smell from the nasty gray juice that he gave me
Cuz that would give our secret away
Trying to figure out how to keep these demons away
Same images in my head constantly play
As I try to drink the spirits and monsters away
But doc, none of that works, I’ve tried hundreds of perks
And still an empty feel is in my gut, can’t stomach the hurting
The priest’s in prison and some will say that’s good and relieving
But I can’t help but thinking that the people are looking at me, saying
Pastor’s are getting richer while priest turn pedophiles
Yet people believe these men are real gods instead of foul
Explain what type of person would touch and upset a child
Then preach from the pulpit every Sunday, as they smile
Society’s lack of acknowledgment of the past
Is why these priests and preacher’s behavior gets a pass
When people ask the question «Where did they get their God?»
It’s when I start to realize what they’re teaching’s a fraud