(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?