Con Artist

A coundrel in sheep's wool is still a scoundrel as in the case we see here today

You wanted us to be by your side

The guilt you carry wil not ensure you place in heaven

You never wanted us to be independent

Holding on to every word by a thread of false hope

I can see through the lies

The tongue of god is but a stranger in these desperate times

The arms of god discriminate in these desperate times

The tongue of god is but a stranger in these desperate times

The arms of god discriminate in these desperate times

You're selling your manipulation, I'm not buying

You're playing on the fear that you've instilled in all of us

We don't have to live like this any longer

I spit on your name and your institution

You wanted uis to be by your side

The guilt you carry will ensure your place in heaven

You never wanted us to be independent

Holding on to every word by a thread of false hope

I can see through the lies

The tongue of god is but a stranger in these desperate times

The arms of god discriminate in these desperate times

The tongue of god is but a stranger in these desperate times

The arms of god discriminate in these desperate times

Your faith is dead

We don't have to live like this

Get off your knees