[Spoken/Snarl]
Oh, look at you, bowing your heads.
Preaching peace while you line your pockets with blood money.
Let’s talk about your "holy war."
Let’s get real.
[Verse 1 - Rap Cadence]
You hold a Bible in public to keep your image immaculate
While thousands are dying in ditches and you just calculate
How many votes you can farm from the fear and the piety
Using a myth from a book to divide a society
You talk about "God's will" when missiles are flattening towns
Then hide in your megachurch castles and wear your corrupt little crowns
A million people are starving, no water, no medicine, nothing at all
And you’re on the pulpit just praying for boundaries and empires to fall?
It’s a grift, it’s a scam, and we see through the theater now
You don’t care about heaven, you just want the masses to bow
You pass the donation plate right through the wreckage and ash
Weaponizing the gospel to cover your hoarding of cash!
[Pre-Chorus]
You claim you’re doing his work on the earth!
But you’re the ones who decided what a human is worth!
You hide behind scriptures to justify slaughter and pain!
You’re using a savior to cover your corporate gain!
[Chorus]
Where is your God while the world is on fire?!
Safe in the pockets of every state liar!
We are the millions who suffer and bleed
While you trade your faith for political greed!
Keep washing your hands, keep pretending you’re devout
But we’re here to call your complicit asses out!
[Verse 2 - Fast Rap]
Let's talk about the hypocrisy, let's talk about the blind
Leaving a trail of civilian casualties right down the line
You say that you’re blessed while the bombs rain down on a child's bed
"Thoughts and prayers" on the timeline, count up the profit of the dead
And let’s look at the youth that you promise to guard and protect
While you draft them for labor and treat them with total neglect
You exploit the next generation, you consume and devour their youth
Then you cover your tracks and you silence the voices of truth
You’re not holy, you’re hollow, a parasite dressed in a suit
Feeding the flames of a war just to gather the loot!
[Bridge / Breakdown]
(Spoken, dripping with venom)
No more metaphors. No more turning the other cheek.
You use a creator to shield yourselves from consequences.
But there is no divine exemption for what you’ve done.
[Scream]
Look at the dirt!
Look at the graves!
Look at the millions your "providence" saves!
Your altars are stained!
Your timeline is done!
Face the reality!
GO!
[Guitar Solo]
(A frantic, chaotic, high-speed guitar solo rips through the breakdown.)
[Chorus]
[Outro]
The smoke clears.
The cameras turn off.
And your gods aren't coming
to save you from us!