Workers of lawlessness, you think you know him
But you pray to a dead god; a god of fantasy
A false god of the pharisee
Thinking you'll be in a place that's heavenly
But he stops to tell you, "You don't know me."
You looked at the door, but there was never a knock
You thought your heart was flesh, but it was still a rock
You felt so Godly, but you follow the crooked path of the folly
Cause a wolf in the herd you still are
But still you don't know his name
When he called from afar
Only his sheep came.
Being Christian is more than following rules, dead fishes can go with the flow too.
— The End —