[Verse 1] He stands beneath a blood-red sky, With silver words and hollow eyes, He speaks of heaven, sells you hell, Knows every secret you won’t tell. A thousand voices chant his name, While underneath, he feeds the flame, He holds the truth behind a veil, And calls it faith when questions fail. [Pre-Chorus] Who gave him the right to divide the soul? Who made him the keeper of what we don’t know? [Chorus] Oh, preacher, preacher, what do you see? A kingdom of shadows or a soul to set free? You speak of salvation, but worship control, Are you saving the people or selling their souls? Behind your halo, the darkness remains, A beautiful lie dressed up as faith. [Verse 2] He builds his kingdom on our fears, Turns every doubt into a tear, He draws a line between wrong and right, Then hides his own sins out of sight. The congregation bows their heads, While unanswered questions fill the pews, If truth is something we must fear, Then why does darkness sound so clear? [Pre-Chorus] A borrowed belief, a manufactured dream, Nothing is ever as holy as it seems. [Chorus] Oh, preacher, preacher, what do you see? A kingdom of shadows or a soul to set free? You speak of salvation, but worship control, Are you saving the people or selling their souls? Behind your halo, the darkness remains, A beautiful lie dressed up as faith. [Bridge – Slow, Ominous] What if the devil wears a smile? What if the innocent walk a thousand miles? What if the monster isn’t underneath the bed? But the voice that tells you what to think instead? And what if heaven has no gate? No chosen few, no hands of fate? What if the answer we’ve been shown Was never ours to question or own? [Heavy Breakdown] NO MORE FEAR! NO MORE CHAINS! NO MORE WORSHIPPING YOUR PAIN! NO MORE KNEELING TO THE LIE! OPEN YOUR MIND! QUESTION WHY! [Final Chorus – Explosive] Oh, preacher, preacher, look into me, I found my salvation in learning to see. You offered me heaven, but I wanted the truth, You spoke for the masses, I questioned the proof. Your kingdom is crumbling, your curtain has torn, The sheep have awakened, the questions are born. [Outro – Whispered, Haunting] The pulpit is empty… The candles burn low… The preacher is silent… But who controls the show?
