Fraud

Count the hours on the cross Calculate the currency the profit and the loss If he is God then the pain is a parody of cost Just a weekend in the dirt for a universe embossed (Not a sacrifice!) And they came with their claim at the dawn of our fear With a story pre aimed at the gap we hold dear Hitler in the bunker children in the camp And you trade it for a splinter and a vinegar soaked lamp If he is God then he has gambled with a debt he will never pay And the price was your name at the foot of their cross And the tithe was your brain and you swallowed the loss The wound was invented The cure was a chain They found you at bottom And sold you the rain Obedience is poison the gospel is a lie The Void is the truth where the holy things die No crown no thorns no amen to say We are burning the debt book and walking away Walking away No amen Walking away Prophecy is prison a pre written path A puppet performing for a patriarchs wrath Free will is a fiction a flicker in the dark While the deity is dancing on a dying spark He fails on both fronts They arrived in the night when your children were small With a god who would ignite if you let the doubt fall With a heaven in sight but a chain in the hall If the blood is the answer the question was a scam I am not the servant and I am not the lamb And they sold you the sky while they picked at the lock And they dined on your why while they watched the clock You were never the sinner You were the revenue Split the side open see the hollow inside See the ghost in the engine with nowhere to hide Smash the icon smash the face Put the whole of the heavens in a lower tier place Drink it up Obedience is poison the gospel is a lie The Void is the truth where the holy things die No crown no thorns no amen to say We are burning the debt book and walking away No sermon No savior No blood on the door No debt Just what came before Three days in a tomb That is a nap not a price Where is the mercy where is the grace In a god who needs blood just to look at your face He is an asshole And they built you a cage in the name of his love And they came for your wage with a shove from above And they staged every page of the fear you are made of Burn the temple burn the book burn the holy tree I am the error in the logic I am the ghost in the gate I am the child who stopped kneeling and mastered his fate Mastered his fate Account for the billions account for the screams The debt is defaulted the contract is torn In the heart of the Void a new power is born And we rose from the ash while the congregation slept And we laughed at the math of a god in our debt Obedience is poison the gospel is a lie The Void is the truth where the holy things die No crown no thorns no amen to say We are burning the debt book and walking away Always were always free the whole time Piss on the altar Crack the stone Leave the deity alone Defaults