Hostage to Heaven - Grip Inc.

Treachery with a smile

Etched upon its face

A face of red

But a heart of stone cold black

Servants of two masters

The congregation splits

Serving sexuals rituals

True back biters

Pirates in pinstripe

Admired by the many in their hour of weakness

All ways stand

With their backs to the sun

Religious fanatics

Muttering righteousness on sacred ground

The armor of religion

Like foil across a bed of nails

Conscience burning

Lives held hostage to Heaven

Symbolic bullshit

Hung around the necks of the weak

Silver and gold

Just trinkets of deception

One man’s faith

Becomes another man’s evil

Don’t deny the power of inner strength

Right

Conscience burning

Lives held hostage to Heaven

Conscience burning

Lives held hostage to Heaven