On the day of ya death - When "judgment's" passed down
And ya questioned. Where do you stand? - Higher Moral Ground
Before it was my time - In this cycle existence
My choices made for me - Born in, bred in
The way it was taught - Sat down as a child
And told what you now must believe - Sit down, shut up
Based on the money - The theory is funded
Collection passes the pews - Kneel down, pay up
A dollar driven daydream - Preached from holy books
Neglecting to show me some proof - The fear of god a tool
Used to lodge belief - The hands of god, a priest
To preach, beliefs - A servant of the cloth
From highest moral ground - Yet he can't keep his hands to himself
You expect me to believe this - You expect me to believe this
You expect me to believe in what I can't see
You expect me to live it your way, living your life
You expect me to say what you say, what you decide
You expect me to see what you see, what you see
No I won't be what you've made me - I will erase all that you've told me
I will not be clay in your hands - I'll punch holes in the ground you stand
You've stared blank, I asked questions - No answers, insane assumptions
What you live by faces depletion - And left wide open to corruption
Evil finds its way in
Into the heart of the source - To blacken the souls
To pervert the course - Bleeding, Seeping
Cos take it into account - That we're all gunna burn
Question, what have you done? - Drunken, fucking
Did you pay the whore for the sex? - Kill a kid driving drunk
Then pay off the judge - Blinding, justice
Cash is the gag of the truth - And bribe prayer of the day
Coz morals can be bought at a price
