Centuries of transgression against divine law
Sacred to a higher power
Don that black tie and confess
Sitting in your ivory tower...

Salvation at your fingertips
Aware of hallowed commandments
Blasphemy from lying tongues
Assuring your heart's content...

Judge your fellow peers
Riding that high horse
Bringing us all to tears
Incapable of God's chosen course...

Pews full of hypocrites
No concept of truth, only their own
Worldly deeds are only sown
Mindful of things from above, not here on earth

Gates of hell, only the righteous suffer
Repentance, battling foes of lust
Saved by grace, not by yourself
Cleansed in the blood of the lamb...

So, go your way my sinner
A gift from God, not of your works
Lest any man should boast
Open your heart, be a winner...

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