Grip Inc. - Hostage To Heaven lyrics

rate me

treachery with a smile, etched

upon its face

a face of red, but a heart of

stone cold black

servants of two masters, the

congregation splits

serving sexuals rituals, true back

biters

pirates in pinstripe, admired by

the many in their hour of

weakness

all ways stand, with their backs

to the sun

religious fanatics, muttering

righteousness on sacred ground

the armor of religion like foil

across a bed of nails

conscience, burning, lives held,

hostage to heaven

symbolic bullshit, hung around

the necks, of the weak

silver and gold, just trinkets of

deception

one mans faith, becomes

another mans evil

don't deny the power of inner

strength, right