The Sunday Morning Variety Hour
How can I trust them to lead the right way?
How do I discern fact from fallacy?
The preachers on his throne,
Can you hear his words?
Message full of hope,
Only if you give.
His arms strectched in love,
Or is it just greed?
His disguise fails.
His truths,
Are full of lies.
His disguise,
Will it fail?
Fail?
God save us all.
God save me.
Least we drown in the flood.
The sheep has been dethrown.
Can you hear his words?
Message full of hope.
Failing transgressions.
Baring teeth like the wolves.
Wretched grin of Death.
These truths are inked with lies,
Spilt on the page.
On the page!
On the page!
Blasphemy is afoot.
this death surrounds.
Glutton bite your tounge!
Pride will be your end.
How can I trust them to lead the right way?
How do I discern fact from fallacy?
you lie! you lie!
The sheep has been dethrown.
Can you hear his words?
Message full of hope.
Failing transgressions.
Baring teeth like the wolves.
Wretched grin of Death.
These truths are inked with lies,
Spilt on the page.
On the page!
Behold the pale horse!
Spreading pestelence.
Behold the pale horse!
Spreading pestelence.
Blasphemy is a foot
this death surrounds
Evil surrrounds.
THIS BLASPHEMY SURROUNDS!
evil abound
Behold the pale-horse!
Behold the pale horse!
Behold the pale horse!
Spreading pestelence.
Behold the pale horse!
Spreading his pestelence.
Pestelence!
Spreading,
his pestelence.