Lyrics
[Verse] A copper coin tribute placed over the eyes of a martyr they chained to a cross, A ledger of silver carved into cartilage, clipping feathers off a seraphim's wing. Bleeding our equity, pray for their clemency, begging to subsidize all of their loss, And starving in shadows of Babylon’s towers to finance the feast of a gluttonous king. Blood let, bled, deep-in-red, for a debt that was forged in the belly of hell, A suit-and-tie Leviathan smiling while ringing a hollow and deafening bell, Bank note, choked, almost broke, fickle pawn on a board where the bishops have fled. If heaven is bankrupt and locking the gates... I'll give them a baptism chambered in lead. [Chorus] Swallow the sun, and then charge for the dark, Butcher the lamb, fore they ransom the ark. I hold onto hope, deep in my soul That soon, heaven will deliver... The finger of God as it curls to a trigger. [Verse] Deathbed, fed by a thread, Have a kid, get ahead they abandon 'em for dead Spoonfed, dread, in the head, cutting tithes to the Reaper to sleep in his bed. Flatline, sign, losing time, pouring blood in a goblet handed back to them as wine. Blindfold, sold, in the cold, trading twenty-five years for an ounce of their gold. [Verse] Thirty pieces in the register, they're pricing up a prophet for a profit on the margin, Watch the water in the basin turn to copper right before the faucets start to break. With a landlord playing locust, leaving every tenant in the building fucking starving, Nailing Judas to the drywall just to see if it can really hold the weight. Track the four horsemen marching up the boarded broken concrete of our stairwell, Watch 'em slide the final notice underneath the mortar and the brick. Hear a seraph hit the deadbolt, bid my miserable residence farewell. [Plain speaking] Forgive us our trespasses... as we forgive those who trespass to evict. Press the barrel to the peephole, drop the safety, brace your shoulder for the kick. [Chorus] Poison our wells, and sell back the drought, Board up your temples and lock the poor out. I hold onto hope, deep in my soul That soon, heaven will deliver... The finger of God as it curls to a trigger. [Outro] It's over, you're safe now, just take a deep breath, A landlord collecting their rent from the dead. But the statue of Moloch requires a debt... So flip 'em a penny and put 'em to rest.