Preacher

Your lies have brought me to extinction 
your lies have brought me endless pain 
why live off misunderstanding 
taint what's called "the golden rule" 
your misguided faith has run you through 

With the horde of followers you have taken 
taken every bit of trust they need 
disguised behind the book of being 
disfiguring the word in meaning 
masked and blinded, it's not what it seems 
Disillusion haunts the mind, I'm weakening 
take my soul, release me of this shame 
pull me up against the grain 
smash me through my hollow grave 
my fate concealed, I'm ready to believe