Psyentology - Church Wood Chapter

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Christ is King!

Beware
of false prophets
Seeking for profit
Preaching false prophecy
Their demons
Inside

Smile into your face
As they look
Right into
your eyes
while they
Are robbing
you blind
Even without
batting
an eye

Money for power
Is all they
Devour
profit
From the pain
That you
hold inside

This Pain
in my
Heart
It’s Crushing
me Whole
I’m Losing myself
It’s killing my soul
I’m Losing control
I want to let go

dogmatic delusion
Has taken its toll
The cost is too high
It’ll take more
than your soul

It’s
Never enough
They’re asking for more
They’re seeking control
They’re draining me whole
Corrupting my mind
And Eating my soul

They’re Suffering from dilution
Draw phantasmal conclusions
Kidnapped by institutions
Believing in these Illusions

If it’s a place
that you must go

Then you can
go there
on your own

Cause it’s a
dead end
down that road

And that's
a place
I will not go

There’s only
One way
To the throne

It can’t be
Bought
Nor can it be
Sold

And that is
through
His son
alone

This is
the truth
Of what
is known

Welcome to
Church Wood

Where they’re
selling you
the dream

“faith” only
means money

and our guilt
It is the scheme

the pastor smiles
As he wears
his diamond ring

While the poor
get sold
a prayer
and only left
With a meme

They’re racking
in millions of dollars
They’re living Tax free

And all the while
His followers
Are living in poverty

They market
all these sermons
Tie them up
with a bow

and
the sheep
they don’t know

All the while
We all

Struggling
while you’re falling
And you don’t know
what they’re calling

What I’m saying’s
not complaining
It’s a warning
I’m explaining

It’s not a church
He’s Not a preacher
He’s a liar
and deceiver

Just an evil
Corporate cult
With maniacal
believers

Don’t you think
We have a problem
How the hell
We gonna solve it

While they’re
laughing
all the way
to The banks
with their deposits

While they’re
taking
an advantage

And they’re
Taking you
For Granted

They can cure
All of Your sorrow
If you pay them
By tomorrow

I ask if you’re
one of those
people
that always says
That you don’t
really care

While you’re
in bed dying
While you’re
family’s crying

And tell me then,
Do you really care

Don’t
You see

It’s up
To You

There’s not a thing
that you can do

You can lie
to everyone

But one day
your time
will come

And when
it comes
time to atone

There’s only
one path
to the throne

He’ll
take a look
at what
You’ve sewn

You’ll be standing
In judgment alone