Pushing your now feeling, religion you just swallowed
Hypocrite don't hit me with your bible
I don't have anything to throw back, unless you count these sticks and stones
Your name has escaped me
Loot the vision that clouds the sky, betraying more than decency
Mask your works, practice til perfect

Be revered, with luck be believed
Perceived as other than a thief
Other than what you are
Are you what you thought?
What are you without me?

Talking behind backs turned, stabbing back and forth
Words rising to the surface, burned and arranged out of sequence

Red letter labeling defeats a willing loser with nothing else to lose
When gravity seems scarce settle for something form all of the non-believers
Ye of little faith sent to convince. I'm further along than this time last year

Ice age defeat taught me wisdom
Cry myself to sleep

I've been sold out again, thank you friend, imaginary
Sometimes there, always scary, to count on or come through
Disappointed, what's new
Sound sincere. Were you ever here?
I'll give you to the count of three to disappear