Marketing for Martyrs

They're putting out a call to the weak
Gonna cure their ills
Not with medical aid
Or vitamin pills
But with empty prayers
A desperate pact
With the corporate arm
Of an invisible man

They know that sects sell
When you're in need of a friend
They've been studying depression
Like a market trend
And the message they send
Is sins absolve
When you give the righteous
Hand control

And they're sharpening their nails
To drive the message home
It's the billboard prose
For the comatose
Don't forget to repent
As your eyes close
So you can let the burden go

They can't sell you a life
So they'll sell you a death
And they'll promise you everything
You desire

They can't sell you a life
So they'll sell you a death
And they'll promise you everything

They'll sell you a remedy
An act of God or a golden mean
There's nothing left for you to see
Your faith is blind

It's like an arms fare but the arms here
Are make believe
And your despair puts you in the crosshairs
They'll steal your change when they cash your grief
It's like a pawn shop and they won't stop
Until you're broke and tied
The black market auction at the pulpit
Sells your soul when they buy your pride

They'll sell you what you think you need
A cure for your redundancy
There's no accountability
On the other side

They can't sell you a life
So they'll sell you a death
And they'll promise you everything
You desire

They can't sell you a life
So they'll sell you a death
And they'll promise you everything
You desire

They can't sell you a life
So they'll sell you a death
And they'll promise you everything
You desire

They're putting out a call to the weak
Released from your confinement
First they starve you till you're sick
Then trade the cure for your compliance
From a whispered manifesto
To a perfect act of violence
It's a protection racket
For the souls of the dying
You're indentured then the pressure turns to force fed belief
As the dismembered eidolon of your pride is relieved
You're given focus and fury
You're given eternal rest
They'll find a life for your family
And a war for your chest
It's a moment of peace
You're too tired not to take
You hear the hypnotic whistle
And you coil like a snake
You learn to lie through your teeth
While you're left lying in wait
They placed a God in your dreams
Then disappeared without trace
So you're lonely in the only mode they've left to engage
It's a singular rage built for a singular aim
Your aim is righteous and true
You've got His hand on your shoulder
You made their story your story
And so they made you their soldier
An Ouroboros ring
That they place on your finger
Vow they're making you whole
While they eat you for dinner
How you'll pity the sinners
How you'll sneer at the meek
You found strength in conviction
They just sleep



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Writer(s): Lee Switzer-woolf
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