Propheteering

You fed them your lies and you stole all their earnings away.

You made a market for those that want to be saved.

What you're doing isn't something new

Religion is an ancient form of revenue.

Your pockets fill as you betray their trust

Your gaudy cross encased in rust.

The needy starve while you take your fill

Eyes to the sky with your hand in the till

You spread the plague while you sell the cure

A modern day zealot entrepreneur.

You take advantage of those who seek the help

By selling pardons from hell.

Your scripture says give up what you own

But yet you preach from a golden throne

Without sin, they'd have no reason to buy

Into belief turned enterprise.

You lie. You steal. You'll be dragged down

By your greed. You're nothing more than a pious thief

You'll never admit, you only bow to the gilded profit.

You spread the plague while you sell the cure

A modern day zealot entrepreneur.

You take advantage of those who seek the help

By selling pardons from hell.

Your scripture says give up what you own

But yet you preach from a golden throne.

Without sin, they'd have no reason to buy

Into belief turned enterprise

You hoard every dollar you find, but if you practiced

What you preached you'd leave it all behind.

You can't pull your riches through a needles eye

You can't save us from a falling sky

You spread the plague while you sell the cure

A modern day zealot entrepreneur

You take advantage of those who seek the help

By selling pardons from hell.

Your scripture says give up what you own

But yet you preach from a golden throne.

Without sin, they'd have no reason to buy

Into belief turned enterprise