Bubblemath - Heavenly Scared So lyrics

rate me

Pacing in front of your meek congregation

Licking your lips in lofty oration

You sharpen your claws, enforcing the laws

And the lies of eternal salvation

To keep them in line while you do your deceiving

You threaten the souls of the blind and believing

The Lord will forgive, if, as long as they live

They spend their days guilty and grieving

Silver crosses, your drying palm

Tokens of the trade

For giving them their sins, you calm

Souls upon which you've preyed

You swing across and hypnotize

To punctuate your spell

With the cross you tease and dot their eyes

And sentence them to hell

Obsessed with controlling how others should be

You spread the disease of the Heavenly Three

Your book is your blade in this selfish crusade

And you're pointing its pages at me

You make up the rules and happily brandish the list

Forbidding your people the pleasures by which they exist

Confessing the sins of their bodies' natural behavior

They punish themselves in the name of your saccharine savior