Propheteering

You fed them your lies and you stole all their earnings away
You made a market for those that want to be saved
What you’re doing isn’t something new
Religion is an ancient form of revenue
Your pockets fill as you betray their trust
Your gaudy cross encased in rust
The needy starve while you take your fill
Eyes to the sky with your hand in the till
You spread the plague while you sell the cure
A modern day zealot entrepreneur
You take advantage of those who seek the help
By selling pardons from hell
Your scripture says give up what you own
But yet you preach from a golden throne
Without sin, they’d have no reason to buy into belief turned enterprise
Belief turned enterprise (enterprise)
You lie
You steal
You’ll be dragged down by your greed
You’re nothing more than a pious thief
You’ll never admit
You only bow
You only bow to the gilded profit
You spread the plague while you sell the cure
A modern day zealot entrepreneur
You take advantage of those who seek the help
By selling pardons from hell
Your scripture says give up what you own
But yet you preach from a golden throne
Without sin, they’d have no reason to buy into belief turned enterprise
You hoard every dollar you find
But if you practiced what you preached you’d leave it all behind
You can’t pull your riches through a needles eye
You can’t save us from a falling sky
You spread the plague while you sell the cure
A modern day zealot entrepreneur
You take advantage of those who seek the help
By selling pardons from hell
Your scripture says give up what you own
But yet you preach from a golden throne
Without sin, they’d have no reason to buy into belief turned enterprise