The Maker

See the churches burning down
Dead bodies blackened, lying on the ground
Not a preacher to be found
All the saints and kings corrupted by the crown
I am the maker
I’m the one to decide your fate
I take you betrayers
Take you down, bring you down
While you’re burning at the stake

Who will survive
And what will be left?
As I walk down the line
Pray you're the last
I got a can full of gas
And a hand full of matches
To burn all the crosses
And light up the masses

See the government burning down
Dead bodies blackened, lying on the ground
Not a soldier to be found
All the saints and kings corrupted by the crown
I am the maker
I’m the one to decide your fate
I take you betrayers
Take you down, bring you down
While you’re burning at the stake

Here is a shovel
Now make you a bed
I'll stand over your grave
Till I'm sure that you're dead
A prayer in your throat,
Lord, help me to choke away
Every last whisper, every last hope