Bad Religion

(Pride) 

To be the voice of God, such a profit

Almighty speaks the truth, the others composite 

With some lyric, some chant, all's captivated like sky by a rocket 

And hand the throne of their faith, to the mighty false prophet. 

(Greed)

And though it'd teach of humility, they live a castle of gold 

A pastor armored in satin robes, everyone blinded, so he's all exposed 

Peeled away the layers of rusty luxuriance, what's to be unfold? 

Forever a secret, for it's people seek sanctuary, and for that, shall stay forever untold.

(Lust)

A sea of sisters would praise the priest 

Naive that his eyes are bloated with a feast 

Of rosy flesh and sweet scents leaked 

One could forget any time, that a once beautiful angel, could turn into a beast.

(Envy) 

Wherefore the venom that leaks, for the man and child buried in the bosom

Of the woman who cares them and sleep them like a cushion

To have for themselves her sweet scent, of wet wood and sweet gum 

He, left alone to his fantasy, to enchant her as the holy phantasm.

(Gluttony)

To taste that sweet flesh, to drink their lust like red wine 

Make them shiver with fear and pleasure, running fingers down their spine 

With stuffed cheeks, of cuisine and innocent whines 

Moaning a coin may have same faces, yet there always lays something different, from behind.

(Wrath)

Rage with flow and thunder through their legs, as they'd tremble 

Have I truly fallen from grace, to give my body and lose the sentimental? 

Would say they, as there's nothing left to stain, as it grows like a stone the guilt, that was merely just a pebble 

And the wolf dressed as sheep, lies serenely in await, inside his golden temple. 

(Sloth) 

Sleeps in the stained pillows, in his sound-proof chambers 

Blackened with the covet of his claimed, innocent strangers 

Slumbers as his consciousness drifts away, with no endangers 

That he won't burn and they feign ignorance, but the body still remembers. 

They believe there's fallen angels, believe there's to be false prophets 

Give their archangels white feathers and their devils, skinned-black wings 

All has made mistakes, all have skeletons, secrets, in their closets 

Then, who's to say that because they're religion, sins haven't already on them seeped in?