Whitewash

Ev'rything's in order
Ev'rything's in place
You've swept your house clean
There's a smile on your face

No one's allowed in
Or they might see
The cracks on your wall
The person you're pretending to be

In your church attendance
You'd never show it
A daily performance
Does your pastor know it

Once I got too close
Came unexpected
I saw the truth when you thought you were protected
I tried to reach out
You turned to fire
I was amputated and you made me out the liar

Through manipulation
A saved reputation
You're strong and silent but "No man's an island"

It's all about control
I guess you've done no wrong
Hello, Mr. Christian with your Bible tucked under your arm
It's all about control
I guess you've done no wrong
Hello "Mr. Righteous" with that Bible stuck under your arm



Credits
Writer(s): Stephen Drain
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