A sealed fate
No discernible purpose from higher powers' calling
Built to serve
I think I'd rather die alone and watch this shit burn
So keep your snake oils
And all your bad tricks
Move on the next town
Fuck off this bullshit
So keep your snake oils
And all your bad tricks
Move on the next town
Kill off some half-wits
You're making profits off their suffering
God damn you preying on the weak
Your pals are fucking with the altar boys
Hope that's not too tongue-in-cheek
Yeah you're sure as hell dressed the part for the job
Too bad your job is one big pile of bullshit
You're a fucking charlatan
You're just a masquerade
So keep your snake oils
And all your bad tricks
Move on the next town
Kill off some half-wits
Do you hear that bell toll?
You're complicit in this
You oughta' be ashamed
Do you hear that bell toll?
You're complicit in this
You oughta' be ashamed
Your god is a superstition and any heaven they promised you is a fucking lie
We're all gonna' return to dust
Our guts will rot and worms will lap them up
After that there's nothing left
So make the most of what you've got and what you fucking get