They stood upon this precipice
Pissing on Ex-Presidents
Priests and Popes and Snakes they hide
They lie awake to lie and wait
Faking faith for heavens sake
Lights are dim in these dark times
So riddle me this little Pharisee
What you write and what you see
Lies between the lines
Between the lines there are no sides
There's only what's to gain and what you take
Who you crack and who you break
What's the cost and what's at stake
Tell us where to shift the blame
So give to Caesar what is Caesar's
Give to me what is mine
Freedom isn't free and yet we sell it for a dime
Just you wait, Jesuit, don't be late, hypocrite
You tripped the line for your idol, for this figure you will die
So if death's your gift then life's your curse
Your cursed since birth and it gets worse
The worse it gets Judas's regret weighs you down with time
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