Following the flock without making a sound

Disciples are gathering around

What they don’t know. What they’ve been told

Look deep into your soul

A messiah as fallen from grace. He’s gonna meet the maker face to face

Ain’t no god ain’t no ghost ain’t no saint

Just a man with a helping hand (made of sand)

Falling king and saviors of the broken

In the end are gonna shake the devil’s hand

Listen to the pretenders without resentment

Keep your head up high

What they say. What they mean. What you see on your tv screen

Apostles are gathering around. The prophet is about to be crowned

Renegades stand at the altar as the sons surrendered their fathers

Will you hear the blitzkrieg coming down

As the kingdom becomes a killing ground

It’s in the gospel. It’s on the wall

Lesser evil crumbles under lies. In the aftermath it chose to hide

He made the heretic is enemy. It’s in the gospel. It’s on the walls