you sell me sanctuary
in a house of theft
full of poison condemned and shot
this filthy slum where weâre left to rot
you stand before me a man of the cloth
you donât see light
youâve taken it all for the chosen ones
we wonât see light
broken glass and needles
burn through the flesh
the building crumbles and the hallways smell like death
all you do is cash the checks
you stand before me a man of the cloth
you donât see light
youâve taken it all for the chosen ones
we wonât see light
youâve given me nothing only neglect
you donât see light
youâve
rejected my worth and Iâm still in this wreck
we wonât see light
what clears your conscious when you sleep at night?
is it the righteous path leading only those of your kind?
pious and blind
what makes you think?
you hold the scales
of virtue not vice
donât you worry
the lord doesnât
see you but I do
youâll be damned all the same
rejected my worth and
Iâm still in this wreck
we wonât see light
what clears your conscious when you sleep at night?
is it the righteous path leading only those of your kind?
pious and blind
what makes you think?
you hold the scales
of virtue not vice