Money is the root of all evil
So preachers plant it
In their pockets
To furtalize they're ego's

Dirty hands are washed
In donation baskets
By tides paid

& with hands on heads
(Predators) pray on sheep
(Pre detour) 0f the Bible

Society has tapped out
They tapp our water
They tapp our phones
They tapp our minds
With lies they qoute
While we tapp dance with the devil

Living rooms
Have became
The dyings tombs

Six square boxes
With couches for coffins

Ware television
Tells our visions
Beautiful lies
Like false religion

Toutch screens
Got us out of toutch

We went from sticking together
To the selfy stick

Ware they undercover
unconscious
Sleep imbedded
In they American dream

Baptised not in they Nile river,
But in denials revere....

For life has became an obituary poem ************************************************************* Dedicated to our inner Tyler durten