The Pain Merchant
Preach about the heavens
somewhere beyond the stars
Teach the ones who still believe
how to live or die
Tell them you know what god is and what he wants to gain
Tell them you know what they need, and can reduce their pain!
Make them pay and believe, use your special charm
And you will get the god you serve on your bank account
The pain is what you are trading with
On their misery will you earn
A paper god, the only you've got
And a shrine of screens to spread the
Word
On every given Sunday
the show is going on
Can't wait to count the money
after the crowd has gone
But first turn on the lights, start singing loud
Praise the Lord our saviour he will surely come
Hide your malice behind a smile so wide
And you will get the god you serve on your bank account
The pain is what you are trading with...
I see throug you
I know the reason why
They believe you
And your disgusting lies
I see throug you...
The pain is what you are trading with... |
