Lyrics

Sunday morning in a tailored suit
Polished smile with a bitter root
Preach the word from a gilded stage
Hear the sermon while you disengage
You point the finger at the world outside
Got a closet full of things you hide

Sell the cure, but you built the cage
Bow your head while you feed the rage
Yeah, you feed the rage

Holy water on your dirty hands
On Judgement Day how will you make amends?
Love thy neighbor if they look like you
Spit the venom from the front row pew
Righteous kingdom on a hollow throne
Cast the judgment, and you throw the stone

Camera rolling for the altar call
Pass the plate till you drain it all
Save the sinners with a plastic grin
Redefine what you call a sin
Whisper secrets in the lonely dark
Strike the match, but you curse the spark

Sell the cure, but you built the cage
Bow your head while you feed the rage
Yeah, you feed the rage

(Repeat Chorus)

Forgive and forget, if the price is right
Step out of the dark, into the spotlight
The cross on your neck is weighing you down
A sanctimonious way to drown

Way to drown

(Repeat Chorus)

Hollow throne
Dirty hands
Throw the stone

Amen