You are a servant to your god,
you are a slave to a book,
you say you`re just a messenger,
but you`ll end up hooked,
this place feels like home,
walls echo screaming no,
this tough love feels,
like I`m being choked,
dependent on a whim,
bow down before him,
you suckle righteousness,
and siphon lies,
this rope feels like home,
my mouth is gagged,
my hands are bound,
this tough love feels like I`m being drowned,
and in a daze one day,
you`ll wake up old and gray,
and realize you`ve alienated,
those who cared about you,
say you will forgive me again,
your pride is the birth of your original sin,
say I can be saved again,
Well I won`t and I think you know,
Because of you,
this is not all for him,
it`s for you,
the blessed father,
tainted blood of a martyr.
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