Pay to Pray - Christ Denied

Impaled on your cross

I drink your blood

I eat your body

Celebration of hypocrisy

I knock on heaven’s door

My welcome is death

You take profit of my poverty

For your wealth

Blessed is the cross

Dead is the body

You pray stupid prayers

As I’m dying at the door

The door of the lord’s house

The lord of the money

As the preacher said

Blessed be god

I hadn’t time to pray

'Cause he was stabbing me

I was no good for the church

As I had not enough money

To pay for my prayers

And become a good christian lamb

My money is your blood

My ignorance is your body