The Maker

See the churches burning down
Dead bodies blackened, lying on the ground
Ain’t a preacher to be found
All the saints and kings corrupted by the crown
I am the maker
I’m the one to decide your fate
I take you betrayers
Take you down, bring you down while you’re burning at the stake
Who will survive and what will be left?
As I walk down the line, pray you’re the last
I got a can full of gas and a hand full of matches
To burn all the crosses and light up the masses
See the government burning down
Dead bodies blackened, lying on the ground
Not a soldier to be found
All the saints and kings corrupted by the crown
I am the maker
I’m the one to decide your fate
I take you betrayers
Take you down, bring you down while you’re burning at the stake
Here is a shovel, now make you a bed
I’ll stand over your grave till I’m sure that you’re dead
A prayer in your throat, Lord, help me to choke away
Every last whisper, every last hop