Convict

I hope you feel safe behind your red line and hard oak
You are so righetous
Sending all of us sinners into the depths below
Only dent you are making is in our pocketbooks and you know it
You bastard, continuing the cycle for your own pompus reasons

You think you are condeming the sinners of the earth
But we are only sinners to your laws
not the laws of god
we are the warriors of god, whos faith is stronger than thou
but perhaps its our lack of your insecurites why we fall into the floor below you

Forever destined to walk the earth with C tattooed in pen ink on our chest