Our Father of Lies
Split Fifty
A quiet force of nature or just something in your mind
the name of God upon your lips with a knife inside my spine
I don't need your concern for me, the deaf can't lead the blind
Its like a bullet in my brain
The darkness and the light both look the same
A bible in your left hand and a devil in your right
You lead the sheep to wolves and you strip away their lives
Legalistic, contradictive, undermining, inconsistent
A pegan statue sits upon your Christian church
Our Father, our liar, the money is in your plate
Your hand is down their pants, in the name of God you slay
What you build, will fall down
Share
More from Split Fifty
Scott Gardner
Split Fifty
Playing With Fire
Split Fifty
Overture in a Minor
Split Fifty
Shiner
Split Fifty
Two Fourteen Bloody Bath Tubs
Split Fifty
The Weak and the Strong
Split Fifty
Branded
Split Fifty
Dead By Dawn
Split Fifty
Pop Culture Isn't Worth the Money It's Printed on
Split Fifty
Guns and Cigarettes
Split Fifty
She Smells Like Headaches and Alcohol
Split Fifty
Burn
Split Fifty
Summer
Split Fifty
Inpatient Out
Split Fifty