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Church

Sickness creeps over the benches
Suffocates you, wretches
Tightens its hold on your throat
All your life, you continue to let it choke

Through the years it has turned away from its beliefs
Now just blood soaked money it seeks
It's a hypocritical system
And still expects you to confess some sort of sin

If what I've done is wrong
If it is a sin, then as a church, why tell me I don't belong?
You are sin
You are the epitome of sin

You are a preacher
You are a Sunday school teacher
You are the choir director
You are nothing more than a prospector

You've turned a righteous faith
Into a self righteous offering plate
A home for the weary
Now a home for the paid scenery

Some unbridled celestial shore
Turned into a cheap painting, and nothing more
A man who calls himself preacher, supposed to guide you in faith
Now you're just another child he raped

Whether it be physical or mental rape
It's all preachers do in churches today
They'll gladly amount you to nothing
Unless you'll throw a twenty in the offering

An offering
Originally meant to help those in poverty
Now used for what?
Filling up some righteous cup?

It's sad
How religion has turned into a fad
You'll choose to avoid it because it's not cool
Or someone calls you a fool

However we are fools
In church we let them use us like tools
If you believe in it
Own it
If you do not believe in it
Own it
People fail to look past the church
Because we don't really try, we're just wearing "Christian" on our shirt

It's disgusting
Instead of leading, you find its your mind and wallet they've been fucking
Maybe even your children
Because they've changed the text so much, everything they read is a misinterpretation

The original Greek writing
Says nothing about hosting crusades, and righteous fighting
It does not say take this child
Fuck him and turn his brain vile

The church
Monsters with "Christian" written on their shirt
I believe in God
But I'm not stuck in a hypocritical church fog

Where it's considered "blasphemy"
When I'm only thinking free
When you really open up your mind
It may or may not be a God you find

But one place that is for sure you cannot find it
Is in a church, where it's what they believe but don't support it
I hate it
When people forget what they believe, look at a church and choose to worship it

People lose touch
Of faith, hope, love
They're so eager to fit in
To an unrighteous church they'll give in

The church takes advantage
Of your fear, your weakness
Not all churches though
Most, however, will throw accusations anyway the wind blows

It's truly become a sickness
An improbable death of soul and free thought, they no longer hold God as a witness
When they "teach" you
Or rather, brain wash you

Sickness creeps over the benches
Suffocates you, wretches
Tightens its hold on your throat
All your life, you continue to let it choke







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