The Congregation - Meanstreak

Remember when there was a time

When you couldn’t congregate

When just one ruler took control

Of your moralistic fate

In helpless minds not free to think

Our music’s standing trial

The congregation’s losing sleep

Their words are turning vile

The jury’s tightly fisted hands

Are sporting huge erections

With eyes that cross and nostrils flared

They point in our direction

Tainted fumes of poison breath

Pollute the air with hate

It seems that their perception of reality’s

A little late

They’re the congregation, send your money, save your soul

Crusading what they choose to call

The generation curse

Narrow minds still preaching us

Not for better, but for worse

And what’s that constant number

At the bottom of the screen

Donate your whole bank account

For all your hopes and dreams

So if you’re down and full of doubt

And with his guidance you’ll find

That life is but a bubble

But what’s the need for money dear?

When love is at your door

Me think’s what you’re raging

Is a bloody holy war

They’re the congregation, send your money, save your soul

Hammer head flowers, spewing crow hate

Like ever searching ghosts, seeking goblin mate

Woodpeckers pecking, looking for a meal

Fate commands puppets like a gambler’s lucky wheel

The prosecution’s clamor is seeping through the walls

Dripping from the ceilings, creeping through the halls

Come forward take your vow, to help the cause

Time is of the essence, no more tug of war

Their sacrilegious evidence

Seems to be unreal

The ones who claim our motivation

Bears the devil’s seal

Just like the big bullies, in their glory

Looking for a fight

Obsessed with playing god

Not what’s wrong or right

There is no way to buy the rank

To rule eternity

Sorry Bud, it’s up to him

Not to you or me

And angels at their mercy

Have glorified this case

Excused them from the contest

Of the failing human race

They’re the congregation, send your money, save your soul

Remember when there was a time

When it was bad to congregate

When life was sentenced execution

By the magistrate

With stronger minds now free to think

It seems we’ve won our case

The jury’s somehow disappeared

Left without a trace

Archaic ways had left them blind

They had no alibi

Just hearts of hate and minds of fear

To use to get them by

We’ve all in common faults and fears

Of one kind or another

Remember what the good book says

And learn to love your brother

They’re the congregation, send your money, save your soul

They’re the congregation, send your money, save your soul