The Serpents Preach
Proof so out of the way it's unbelief
With actions no need
When words so easy
New god who's footing the bill
We pray to win the lottery
Look into the eyes of the bastard son
He's old and blind
Try at keeping pace with the chosen ones
You're left behind
Give your grace and money to a father
That isn't mine
Crying on your knees in search of hope
And all you'll find is no way out
Outstretch hands to grasp but they can't feel
With forked tongues they speak
The answers you seek
Bread of lies right on the screen
Now stare in thrall while serpents preach
Look into the eyes of the bastard son
He's old and blind
Try at keeping pace with the chosen ones
You're left behind
Give your grace and money to a father
That isn't mine
Crying on your knees in search of hope
And all you'll find is no way out
Cult of infamy who wants that thrill
Divided by the them and we
Torn apart easy defeat
But I deny this hate you teach
Look into the eyes of the bastard son
He's old and blind
Try at keeping pace with the chosen ones
You're left behind
Give your grace and money to a father
That isn't mine
Crying on your knees in search of hope
And all you'll find is no way out
With actions no need
When words so easy
New god who's footing the bill
We pray to win the lottery
Look into the eyes of the bastard son
He's old and blind
Try at keeping pace with the chosen ones
You're left behind
Give your grace and money to a father
That isn't mine
Crying on your knees in search of hope
And all you'll find is no way out
Outstretch hands to grasp but they can't feel
With forked tongues they speak
The answers you seek
Bread of lies right on the screen
Now stare in thrall while serpents preach
Look into the eyes of the bastard son
He's old and blind
Try at keeping pace with the chosen ones
You're left behind
Give your grace and money to a father
That isn't mine
Crying on your knees in search of hope
And all you'll find is no way out
Cult of infamy who wants that thrill
Divided by the them and we
Torn apart easy defeat
But I deny this hate you teach
Look into the eyes of the bastard son
He's old and blind
Try at keeping pace with the chosen ones
You're left behind
Give your grace and money to a father
That isn't mine
Crying on your knees in search of hope
And all you'll find is no way out
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Writer(s): Sam Stroud
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