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The Congregation
Remember when there was a time When you couldn't congregate When just one ruler took control Of your moralistic fate In helpless minds not free to think Our music's standing trial The congregation's losing sleep Their words are turning vile The jury's tightly fisted hands Are sporting huge erections With eyes that cross and nostrils flared They point in our direction Tainted fumes of poison breath Pollute the air with hate It seems that their perception of reality's A little late
They're the congregation, send your money, save your soul
Crusading what they choose to call The generation curse Narrow minds still preaching us Not for better, but for worse And what's that constant number At the bottom of the screen Donate your whole bank account For all your hopes and dreams So if you're down and full of doubt And with his guidance you'll find That life is but a bubble But what's the need for money dear? When love is at your door Me think's what you're raging Is a bloody holy war
They're the congregation, send your money, save your soul
Hammer head flowers, spewing crow hate Like ever searching ghosts, seeking goblin mate Woodpeckers pecking, looking for a meal Fate commands puppets like a gambler's lucky wheel The prosecution's clamor is seeping through the walls Dripping from the ceilings, creeping through the halls Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Come forward take your vow, to help the cause Time is of the essence, no more tug of war
Their sacrilegious evidence Seems to be unreal The ones who claim our motivation Bears the devil's seal Just like the big bullies, in their glory Looking for a fight Obsessed with playing god Not what's wrong or right There is no way to buy the rank To rule eternity Sorry Bud, it's up to him Not to you or me And angels at their mercy Have glorified this case Excused them from the contest Of the failing human race
They're the congregation, send your money, save your soul Remember when there was a time When it was bad to congregate When life was sentenced execution By the magistrate With stronger minds now free to think It seems we've won our case The jury's somehow disappeared Left without a trace Archaic ways had left them blind They had no alibi Just hearts of hate and minds of fear To use to get them by We've all in common faults and fears Of one kind or another Remember what the good book says And learn to love your brother
They're the congregation, send your money, save your soul
They're the congregation, send your money, save your soul
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