Line up on the right
Fight the morons fight
Condemn your neighbors, love yourself

Your book asserts your right
But your translations lie
Prosecutor, hypocrite

Is it wrong? Is it right?
(Man, it's warm inside the lie)
it is but a brief respite
for Christian vengeance is coming around

set the truths aside
forsake the crucified
be the first one; cast your stones

The sinners will suffice
To pay your sacrifice
Mercenary, coveter

An outcast God collects tonight
Your actions force his hand to smite
No wounded doorway bars his path
His retribution's your bloodbath