Here, a false prophet stands, Claims to be higher than man. And crafts man from sand With a made up promised land. Angry at God A blunt conspiracy Shallow heart's will down bring Terror in what they can't see Angry at Christ A lie existing to be A placebo used to fear Where they're afraid to admit That nothing is there Nothing is there Nothing is there
Nothing is there
Why can't you see
Nothing is there
Why can't you see
Don't pray for me (Don't pray for me)
Hail Mary (Hail Mary)
Nothing Nothing Nothing Is there
Lies, created for power Plotted for greed Churned destruction and grief Followers do not preach what they speak A population of Manipulated thieves Over a supposed last feast Continued to eat the deceased Kissing the dead Waiting for them to rise from their feet Mocking judgement day Mass precautions Seeping a lifetime Of fearing the day That will never come That will never come