They will learn to trick you into thinking

That they are on the road that leads to life

And yet, they are

False Prophets

I was never one for good and evil

A woman of the world

Cynic of the steeple

But you and your word

Have a way with people

And I gave in

When I got the fever

You put a hot compress to my head

Wasn't warm enough just yet

Praise for the preacher

I followed unconcerned

With the bluff on your breath

Well I don't believe in god

More often than not

'Cause I put myself through hell

When I do

If I'm caught dead with the cross

It's only to ward off

Whatever devil had its way

With me in you

I was your new, naive disciple

Down on my knees prayin'

Left hand on the bible

Layin' on the altar

Feedin' a false idol

Hungry for more, more, more

And you gained a believer

When I lost my head and self respect

Swearing you were heaven-sent

Praise for the preacher

Some kind of creature

A counterfeit Christ

You always leave breadcrumbs for the next one

And she'll eat em 'till she's sick too

Completely consumed with you

I don't like sweet wine but this time

I saw the bottle through

Knelt down and communed

Well I don't believe in god

More often than not

Cause I put myself through Hell when I do

If I'm caught dead with the cross

It's only to ward off

Whatever devil had its way with me in you

Amen

I walked into the lion's den

Amen

You know not who you trespass against

Amen

I might forgive but I won't forget