Christians in sheep's clothing.
A devil in a midnight mass,He prayed behind stained glassA memory of Sunday classResurrected from the pastHold your breath and count to fourPinky swears don't work no moreFootsteps down the hallway floorGetting closer to my doorI was alive but now I'm screamingSilent night for the rest of my lifeViolent knight at the edge of your knifeForgive me Father... Won't make it rightYou're guilty!Whisper, whisper, don't make a sound.Your bed is made, it's in the ground. This is what people in Church are.