For the Glory

Come to see a man in a tale
 Where he preaches for freewill
 Blind he tells them what to believe
 Lead like sheep easy to deceived
 Now making a name for
 Believe they pour out their wealth
 Shown the way to death's door
 Bled the flock is shown no more
 Your god looks down again
 And sees your status the same
 My blood is not my own
 Come follow me home
 It's for the glory
 He tells you you're the same
 It's for the glory
 He tells you you're the same
 Inject the gift of opium bliss
 Feel death's final kiss
 Fall to the floor
 Preacher lies no more
 Your god looks down again
 And sees your status the same
 My blood is not my own
 Come follow me home
 Preacher reaches for the sun
 Gone insane from lies unspun
 Condemned for lives wronged
 Down and done he sells death again