Sacred

Stories of love
Tales of forgiveness
An olive branch from a dove
Some sense of completeness
I used to find my comfort
Memories so pure
No longer blind or denying
I can't pretend anymore

Preach to the masses
But all you do is take
Promising acceptance
Stop preying on the weak

You've taken what's sacred, and laid it to waste
Have you no shame?
Hate in the name of your prophets
Lie in the bed that you've made

No
The crosses burn
You claim you've seen the light
Hands stained with blood
I watch the flames ignite

Altars of gold
But none for the poor
For those who you deem unworthy
Yours is a totem of war
Stop lying to yourself
Admit what you are
Can't hide anymore

You've taken what's sacred, and laid it to waste
Have you no shame?
Hate in the name of your prophets
Lie in the bed that you've made
Liars, bigots
You think you're better than them
You are, who your
Religion condemns
I can't take
One more step
Take my hand
There's nothing left
I can't take
One more step
Take my hand
There's nothing left

Burn it to the ground



Credits
Writer(s): Dominic Luke Zuzek, Joshua Robert Collingwood King, Matthew Joseph Zuzek, Wade Benjamin Picker
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