I hear the rattling of the silver in the cleric’s run
He screams of mercy while he strips the leather from the poor
A predator in vestments pounding on the humble door
The bell is swinging but the iron tongue is made of greed
It doesn’t sing for spirit or for any human need
It sounds like nickel hitting glass within a desert wind
A dry and hollow resonance for every soul that’s sinned
Hear the hollow bell screaming for the tax of the soul
The preacher takes the spirit and he swallows it whole
It’s a heavy metal racket of the coin and the plate
We’re buying up our entrance through the golden fucking gate
The hollow bell is ringing with a thieving cold sound
Burying the truth six feet under the ground
He wears a suit of silk and promises a cloud of light
While families are starving underneath the parking lot light
The sanctuary reeks of perfume and of polished floor
While heavy-booted ushers guard the holy heavy door
He screams about the fire but he’s stoking it himself
With every dollar gathered for his overflowing shelf
I’ll scream back at the rafters till the stained glass starts to crack
I’m taking every stolen second of my spirit back
The tolling of the tower is a mockery of grace
A plastic manufactured mask upon a greedy face
Hear the hollow bell screaming for the tax of the soul
The preacher takes the spirit and he swallows it whole
It’s a heavy metal racket of the coin and the plate
We’re buying up our entrance through the golden fucking gate
The hollow bell is ringing with a thieving cold sound
Burying the truth six feet under the ground
The collection plate is circling like a shark within the bay
The congregants are bleeding while they try to find a way
To pay for pews in paradise that don’t even exist
Controlled by every lie that’s falling from the prophet’s fist
I see the wires pulling at the puppets in the choir
A ritual of robbery dressed up as holy hire
The bell isn’t bronze, it’s a vacuum in the sky
A copper-coated bucket for the big eternal lie
I’ll break the chain and watch the heavy hammer fall to dust
Before I give my labor to this predatory lust
Hear the hollow bell screaming for the tax of the soul
The preacher takes the spirit and he swallows it whole
It’s a heavy metal racket of the coin and the plate
We’re buying up our entrance through the golden fucking gate
The hollow bell is ringing with a thieving cold sound
Burying the truth six feet under the ground