Lyrics Fallacy - Dying Fetus

Fallacy

Scratching of the surface, to self-redemption
Every sinner’s calling, to bathe in forgiveness
Confess to man, to pardon what you have done
A higher place above where all transgression is gone
Not all commandments broken are from the pious
Bowing to the altar of the public’s estimation
Perpetrators to be shamed, ostracized existence
Force out of the spotlight, time to beg visibly
Purged of the crisis, claiming to recognize
Time served in rehab, arise in new-found glory
Clearly caught red-handed, before the mob takes action
Bowing down to Oprah clearly the best decision
Provided that you kiss the ring, make the payment in full
Cleansed of wrongdoing, newly earned protections
Armor of apology
Bow down to dogma
Paid absolution
What the fuck?
Misled, inflated, busted
Time to learn your place
Circle the wagons, initiate
Judged by your own
Elites that bow down to their peers, in convincing status
Racist, junkie, selfish, dummy;
diminishing apparatus
Discerning citizenry performing obligatory duty
Judgements made in back-stabbing ways, makes for traitorous company
Busted for any sins that reflect on the sophisticate’s conduct
Made an example for engrossed public’s narrow focus
Misled, inflated, busted
Time to learn your place
Circle the wagons, initiate
Judged by your own
Celebrity and fame the industry built on envy
Disgraced now disappear, then return to the aristocracy