Within Stained Glass

I've heard
This one before
Leave yourself at the royal doors
Spilling your hate
Behind the words of shit
No thoughts for yourself
Unless it's in the script
No love
No consequence
There's no abuse
He can't forgive
Turn your eye to the pain and grief
But send to hell those around me

Within the stained glass halls
The touch of hatred grips around me
Ignorant hearts bleeding in the pews
Rooted in the dirt soaked in abuse
Manipulated and twisted
Tearing out the pages to make you feel clean
Pray for mercy beg for relief
No matter how much you bleed

So do you truly believe
You think you're better than me
When all you ever seek is your corrupted ideology

Preaching behind you privilege
Keeping your head out of the mud
Always the first with the loudest opinion
Always the last motherfucker to spill your blood

Father, Son, drown in the mud
Redacting words of love
Mold insecurities
Blood lust for what you don't believe

Father, Son, drown in the mud
Redacting words of love
Mold insecurities
Blood lust for what you don't believe

Always the first with the loudest opinion
Always the last motherfucker to spill your blood