The Grand Deceit

Your god is a lie
That you tell to yourself
To pretend the blame
Belongs to somebody else
For all you've done
And all you wanted to do
How could you sleep at night
If it fell to you

So you swear that you can't change the plan
But before you go to bed
You'll talk to someone who can
And if we suffer enough
Maybe he'll show us some grace
But if he ever heard our plans
He'd only laugh in our face

It seems the only messages you get from above
Are of different types of torture you can pass off as love

What vision it takes to see
How awful things could be
The second coming of the grand deceit
For which we bleed

The weight is lifted
So you start to believe
And you build a stage for all your penance and grief
Then after every sacrifice
You say it's his will
And hope that excuses the blood that you spill

But even it doesn't who are we gonna tell
There may not be a heaven, but you built us a hell
Where everybody dies without a home to haunt
And all you have to show is everything that you want

Your church is a monument to your might
And what you can get away with when you pray at night
When your hands are clasped
The blood runs off
Does it really count as killing if they're already lost

What vision it takes to see
How awful things could be
The second coming of the grand deceit
For which we bleed