For their greed you would try
For a belief you would die
Ideas may last forever and only meaningless words are derived
Speech is holding truth for deprived
CHORUS
Halls of sorrow hide the truth
The divine corruption
A sacred cloak a quest askew
The gift of deception
Dogma woven heresy
The divine corruption
Iconoclastic blasphemy
The gift of deception
Wood will rot, nails will rust
The strength of concrete will crumble to dust
What should be will not
What has been will rot
Creed, greed
The need to believe
Too many missing feathers on a broken wing
Place a burning cross on a fraud you claim is king
Fill your cup of expectation
Wait in line for the divine
Left with no valid answers
Wait in line to pay the price
CHORUS
Through your eyes, no good can come from my perception
Spew your lies, be slave to the gift of deception
Walk a straight line, before the image of perfection
Time and time, we're left with your gift of deception now
Veins turn to black
Eyes begin to roll back
So take your magic marker And make your cardboard sign
You're going to hell anyway May as well enjoy the ride
CHORUS
CODA
Hide your face in a shroud of lies
A divine corruption
For an empty cross all men would die
A gift of deception
