Souls For Hire

Yeah, well, well

You toy with the truth, dilute it with water
You hate your wife, but you say you love your daughter
Envision, if you will, a world on fire 'cause of flaming sin
We're souls for hire

You get what you pay for, a jack of all trades
Fist full of small change, a host of charades
Philosophies drifting to please every whim
It only depends on the mood you're in

You learn toward religion, you secularise
Don't feed me excuses; they're nothing but lies
The time that you're wasting is precious to him

Like a magician with rabbit in hand
A wand of ideas at your command
Some will be fooled and believe what you say
But God will be the last to speak on that day

You learn toward religion, you secularise
Don't feed me excuses; they're nothing but lies
The time that you're wasting is precious to him
Truth is: you don't confront sin

"Leave or be left," that's what it says
Be loved if you want, or lost if you don't
Don't blame the preacher, don't blame the school
Don't blame conditions, don't be a fool

If you live in the darkness, it's you that decides
And it won't freeze over, no matter the time
If you live in the darkness, it's you that decides
And it won't freeze over, no matter the time

Like a magician with rabbit in hand
Got a wand of ideas at your command
Some will be fooled and believe what you say
But God will be the last to speak on that day

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