Lack Of Contrition

While we wait for an answer

On how we should live

You feel like a cancer

On all that we give

All the sermons you're giving

From your pulpit so tall

Yeah, you're making a living

One the blind faith of all

And no one believes you

And yourself still deceives you

Every time you say you're sorry

You bleed a little of me out

Every time you change your story

You've got one less to lie to now

While they all kneel repenting

To heaven they cry

Their god they're resenting

As lives go awry

You speak of damnation

How they're led astray

You secure their salvation

With money they pay

You lead them to follow

Orations of sorrow

Every time you say you're sorry

You bleed a little of me out

Every time you change your story

You've got one less to lie to now

While we wait for an answer

On how we should live

You feel like a cancer

On all that we give

You speak of damnation

How they're led astray

You secure their salvation

With money they pay

Every time you say you're sorry

You bleed a little of me out

Every time you change your story

You've got one less to lie to now.

You lead them to follow

You'll repent tomorrow

Every lie, it cuts and scars me

It bleeds a little of me out

Every time you change your story

You've got one less to cry to, lie to - now.