[Chorus] Raise your hands, the prophet cries, Pay in coin, believe the lies. Drink the poison, sing the hymn, Your soul is sold, but never him. [Verse 1] He says the end is close at hand, “Give me your wife, your child, your land. The Light will burn, the Depth will fade, But my sweet cult will get you saved.” [Verse 2] The faithful kneel, the baskets fill, The hungry starve, the preachers kill. They dance in rags, they choke in smoke, While prophets laugh at the holy joke. [Chorus] Raise your hands, the prophet cries, Pay in coin, believe the lies. Drink the poison, sing the hymn, Your soul is sold, but never him. [Bridge] Oh clap your hands, oh stamp your feet, The prophet dines while you eat wheat. The crown is fraud, the god’s a game, But fools will pay and sing the same. [Chorus] Raise your hands, the prophet cries, Pay in coin, believe the lies. Drink the poison, sing the hymn, Your soul is sold, but never him. [Verse 3] They sell the ashes, call it gold, They sell the young, they sell the old. The blind all cheer, the deaf all pray, The cult grows fat while souls decay. [Verse 4] They promise light, they promise flame, They promise crowns that none can claim. And when the faithful rot in chains, The prophet smiles his feast remains. [Chorus] Raise your hands, the prophet cries, Pay in coin, believe the lies. Drink the poison, sing the hymn, Your soul is sold, but never him. Raise your hands, you fools, you slaves, Dance for gods that dig your graves. Raise your hands, oh sing, oh shout, The prophet laughs, he’s cashed you out. Raise your hands, the prophet cries, Pay in blood, believe the lies. Raise your hands, oh kneel, oh spin The cult is full… but never him.
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