Kingdom of Vipers

So go on, hide in self-claimed righteousness and paint your pious faces

All the while sharpening your claws upon the sacred rock of ages 

But the wealth you gain from selling grace through holy prostitution 

Will not save you for the savior takes no cash for restitution anymore 

Pedaling penance for a salary
and a high rise by The Bowery overlooking all the trade ships coming in

Learning well recited verses used to line your hallowed purses 

How you damn yourselves auctioning redemption 

Turn away, turn away

I’m afraid I never knew you 

I’m ashamed of all that you do in my name

Turn away, turn away 

Don’t you know I see right through you? 

to the core of all of your familiar ways  

Neither for me nor against me 

You’re just trying to convince me that my failure as a man can be ignored 

But that we soiled doves and vagrants will merely dirty up the pavement

if forgiveness here on earth we can’t afford 

All of you salvation vendors know that sinners are big spenders 

When it comes to hiding from eternal flames

Oh, but grace is for the broken, and the hurting, and the hoping 

and you’re causing more to fall than can be saved

Turn away, turn away

I’m afraid I never knew you 

I’m ashamed of all that you do in my name

Turn away, turn away 

Don’t you know I see right through you?
I’m ashamed of all that you do
I’m afraid I never knew you
I’m ashamed of all that you do in my name...