False Disciples

The god you speak of is dead
It's just words put into your skin
From peasants trying to fill a role
It's a virus stronger than any we've even seen

It's a pain we have to deal with every single day
From the ones who play god
Feeding lies to the broken ones
The leaders have condemned us

Another day goes by where you sit and pray
Speaking not to god but to the impersonators
Who profit on his name for their own sake
Hating everyone because of a book who was written by man
Not speaking for god but speaking for themselves

One step closer to hell and ten steps away from heaven
What's it like faking your life
What's it like feeding of those in need
A minute for those who've been used and hated others
With the idea of god on your side from the lies that you have been filled with

I've felt hell on earth before I've rested
I've felt a struggle right from the deep end
I've felt a pain that would leave a hundred man stranded begging to die



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Writer(s): Moneybag 27
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