Lyrics Hostage to Heaven - Grip Inc.

Hostage to Heaven

Treachery with a smile
Etched upon its face
A face of red
But a heart of stone cold black
Servants of two masters
The congregation splits
Serving sexuals rituals
True back biters
Pirates in pinstripe
Admired by the many in their hour of weakness
All ways stand
With their backs to the sun
Religious fanatics
Muttering righteousness on sacred ground
The armor of religion
Like foil across a bed of nails
Conscience burning
Lives held hostage to Heaven
Symbolic bullshit
Hung around the necks of the weak
Silver and gold
Just trinkets of deception
One man’s faith
Becomes another man’s evil
Don’t deny the power of inner strength
Right
Conscience burning
Lives held hostage to Heaven
Conscience burning
Lives held hostage to Heaven