False Prophet

Every song you sing is empty
Every word you speak is idle
You sit inside a building
And think that makes it final
You must be perfect
You must be forgiven
Every deed you do is selfish
Every prayer you say is soulless
You wrap yourself in crosses
And think that makes it final
You must be righteous
You must be sinless


Where is your false prophet
When you're lying to the eyes
Who hold you up so high
Where is your false idol
When you're giving it all away
To anyone who looks your way
Where is your false prophet


You like to say you've had it hard
You hold so tight to that sympathy card
Every day is all the same
You lie to yourself
And play your games
The day will come when you will fall
Look in the mirror and tell me what you see
Are you still the fairest of all?

Where is your false prophet
When you're lying to the eyes
Who hold you up so high
Where is your false idol
When you're giving it all away
To anyone who looks your way
Where is your false prophet

You raise your arms above your head and sway
You sing your empty songs and pray
You harlot
You harlot
You whore