You are a servant to your god,

you are a slave to a book,

you say you`re just a messenger,

but you`ll end up hooked,

this place feels like home,

walls echo screaming no,

this tough love feels,

like I`m being choked,

dependent on a whim,

bow down before him,

you suckle righteousness,

and siphon lies,

this rope feels like home,

my mouth is gagged,

my hands are bound,

this tough love feels like I`m being drowned,

and in a daze one day,

you`ll wake up old and gray,

and realize you`ve alienated,

those who cared about you,

say you will forgive me again,

your pride is the birth of your original sin,

say I can be saved again,

Well I won`t and I think you know,

Because of you,

this is not all for him,

it`s for you,

the blessed father,

tainted blood of a martyr.