Crowds gather round kneeling at the feet of common thievesHungry
for the word, but God would never speak through such as
these,Such as theseWho offer healing hands and balms, and
redemption, a few would crossTheir palmsThey’ll tell your
troubles to the lord for how ever much you can affordHands
holding hands in the circle of the sinners and the
saintsMemories that linger from the cradle, placing puzzles in
the grave,In the graveNo mortal skin and bone can live on bread
and circuses aloneThe spirit needs, must drive the mystery of
why you’re aliveChorus:They look and their book and they readBut
their cold hearts say, follow meDance in the dust in the frenzy
of the desperately in needLed by the voices of the men who
invoke ritual to hide their greed,Hide their greedCome every
tongue, every eye across the crumbling earth and cracking
skiesThe gates of hell stand open wide, but the path of glory
you walk singleFile(chorus)These men make a cage for the very
souls that came here to be freeThey turn off their lights for
their tents they’re fixing to leave(instrumental)Follow
me(chorus 2x)They’ll close their book and leave, but you’ll
remain still in pain
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