He stands at the doorway of light
His head resting in his cupped hands
From this vantage point he swears to god he understands
That those who don't praise his lord are sinful and unjust
Wants to feel the touch of god even though he's lost his trust
Blind by the light of propaganda flexing all it's might
Selfish prayers are never answered still he says them every night
And his bible is like a gun pointing it at his chosen ones
Scare tactics to recruit them while they are young
