Obsessions throwing sticks and stones to break your bones into sympathy for lies and hate are no no good enemies sow bitter seed to satisfy their blood behind your eyes you are so mean It's a sticky situation a ticket to hell we know nothing 'bout that faking temptation the kiss and goodbye is a wishing you well You're no son of god and you're no son of love you're a judas I know that you are a part of me Treat me beat me or defeat me nail me to the tree lovin' prayers are lullabies for you and me police and politicians the best that money can buy you measured god corruption aid infected situation you merchant of lies you seem closer to a holy sensation of walking on water when water is ice You're no son of god and you're no son of love you're a judas I know that you are a part of me