Never stooped to lift up a leper.
Spent every coin self-promoting.
One rung higher on that stairway to heaven.
Need to grease the palm of that saintly peter.

Using people as bricks were never the plan.
But you know what they say about good intentions.
Gotta pave that road, Son.
Climb down off the clouds and lend a hand.

Bridge made of corpses and currency.
Bury them all in the mortar.
Can't stand tall on flawed foundations.
Tap tap goes the little hammer, chiseling you into my boundary.

Put my picture in that shining temple.
Pride of position, sitting in front of the couch.
So comfy with the influence, televised.
Need to get some krill for them whales.
Fill the dragnet up with lost souls.

Rising to the top of the game.
Long fingers slipping about necks like nooses.
Lifting the pawn and easing into position.
Ready for the sacrifice.

One tug on the string is all I need.
Sending vicious vibrations through your seed.
Cut him down, don't let the other in.
Tall poppies with swollen heads.

I'll relieve that burden.
Father knows best, take your medicine, Son.
Swinging pendulums looking like executioners ax.
The fallen are here, ready to feast.
'Good bread, good meat, good god, let's eat.'

Never thought that man was me.
Never thought in darkness I'd be.
Voluntarily.. forsaken.