False Prophets

Every man trembles At the sight of his God Whether righteous or wicked or filthy with fraud Who's left to judge now All the old gods are dead Except the ones in your wallet and the ones left inside of your head All your days and all of your lonely nights Don't think twice when it comes to Holy Sacrifice Because you wanted to feel something real Yeah, you wanted to feel so real... It's all fanned out before you Every suit represents At the end of the hand, it's just dollars and cents They tell you it's fine And it's all in your mind Lives wasted searching between the lines With echoes of meaning lost with the passage of time All your days and all of your lonely nights Don't think twice when it comes to Human Sacrifice Because you wanted to feel something real Yeah, you wanted to feel so real... So put me in the big house With all misfortune's fraught They'll say I am guilty, though guilty I am not...