Slave to the Cross

I turn on the TV and your face just makes me sick
 Your robe is branded with a cross
 You keep on talking, self-pleased to the bone
 On through the day
 You're preaching poorness, richness is a sin
 But you give a helping hand
 So you're not greedy, you just save their souls
 Slave to the cross
 Hold on to your power - sanity's your loss
 You're preaching war
 You're teaching hate
 Get you gone you lunatic
 And leave us to our fate
 No more rules
 We don't need your lies
 Narrow-minded maniac
 Devil in disguise
 Slave to the cross
 Born to disperse mischief, holding back the truth
 You rig the crowd skillful tongue
 You make them willingly pay ransom to you
 Under your spell
 Keep them dumb and anxious threaten them with hell
 Fraud, lies and hidebound to the core
 Orders and commandments - won't take it anymore
 But when you see us coming, living OUR ideal
 You're the one to kneel and pray and die by bloody steel