I keep my preacher guessing
When I'm in that box confessing
That these lessons dressed as blessings
Are perpetually depressing
Clerics stare at me
Barely aware if their heresy
There to carry me to clarity
But they're in need if therapy
When modern day pastors
View themselves as masters
But Call themselves servants of Christ
It seems backwards
Gods children become ba*tards
When we weigh the factors
Cause as a kid my Holiest Ghost was named Casper
Now that cameras capture
The actions if Baptists
I question whether chapters
From Nazareth are accurate
If I'm made in the fashion of Christ
Should I be pa**ionate?
Can kids living off rations of rice
Perceived immaculence?
False prophets slip
Thoughts to the metropolis
Promising apocalypse
So they can keep their pockets thick
In my sleep in deeply breathing
Cause in dreaming of demons
Themes if scenes that I've been seeing
Got my screaming and pleading
The themes of what im reading
Have been feeding evil beings
So rest your damned head
Like the voodoo man said
One day we'll all wake up and see
The boogie man's dead.