The Trials album cover

Crucible – The Misconceived Lyrics

Dear God, save me from this prison
Dear God, save me from religion
Save me from this hell!

I will tell you which evil kills more
Between religion and all the world's wars
Science constructed buildings of glory
Faith brought them down, all 110 stories
You're just a number on the paper to the priest
He makes more than a God through his outreach
You're just a number on the paper to the priest
Now give your offering to the misconceived
Why does your faith have a price?
Why does your faith have a price?
Why does your faith have a price?
Now take a sip of the blood of Christ

Dear God, save me from this prison
Dear God, save me from religion
(Caged up, let me out) Save me from this hell!
They burned down the Lord's house

You're just a dollar sign paying to pray to the Great Divine
Selling a fellowship
See, it's a business full of hypocrites
You're just a dollar sign paying to pray to the Great Divine
Selling a fellowship
See, it's a business full of ancient traditions

The biggest mistake God ever made led society into decline
He chose to let man create his religion, now humanity is confined
Thousands of gallons of blood spilled in the sand
Holy soldiers, they battle, that blood is on your hands
Who's God has more demand?

Thou shall follow, thou shall feed the golden plate
Thou shall bow down, thou shall repent to clean the slate

They're giving you the bait and switch so the church stays rich
The church stays rich
I watched the whole world go to shit but the church stays rich
The church stays rich
Why does your faith have a price?
Why does your faith have a price?
Why does your faith have a price?
Now take a sip of the blood of Christ

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