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RedSept - Church Of The Antichrists (prod by VintageMan Beats)

prod by ‪@vintagemanbeats‬ VERSE 1 Velvet ropes swing where their group used to stand Gold chalice drip like blood money in hand Scripture silk stitched, bishop rock a ruby cross Smile polished clean but the sermon such a moody loss = Weed in velvet bags, heavy like a brick press Widow drop her last check, pastor in a silk vest They preach fear in a rhythm, drum heavy in the chest Promise you a heaven while they pocket all the rest == The Choir hum low like a deal in the alley “God watches everything,” but the hunger still rally Kids with empty plates, moms pray at stoves, Pastor’s fleet clean, fresh tires on the road = Bible's your culprit, leather bound tight the ink look different when you hold it to light Commandments carved stone, cold and precise The love feel absent in ya, "Church of Christ," =============== HOOK Kneel for your throne, kiss the ring thrice, They say it’s all on God, but that don’t feel right Candles burn slow, shadows move high Salvation for a fee in the Church for Anti-Christs; = Kneel for the throne, and whisper those sins Fear keeps the door locked, n' faith lets ’em in Heaven up high but the floor packed with vice Congregation's deep, for the Church of Anti-Christs ================= VERSE 2 Deacons count cash in the back by the wine rack Silver plates pass, like quiet contracts, They say “Blessed are the meek,” voice smooth like oil But the meek still bleed, our souls rot, and spoil = Confetti of ash fall, from the incense smoke History rewritten every line, they spoke, Crusade with a mug shot, conquest in a verse, Colonies baptized while these chains got worse; == They build megachurch towers; and taller grows their homes Neighborhoods are broke but the steeple now chrome! Pray for forgiveness while they lobby for power Thirty pieces change hands, almost every other hour; == your faith makes a product, with hope shrink-wrapped tight Sell you absolute resolutions in a dreamy neon light With God on the banner, hearts on a sign But the fine print read like Satan's dotted line =============== HOOK Kneel for your throne, kiss the ring thrice, They say it’s all on God, but that don’t feel right Candles burn slow, shadows move high Salvation for a fee in the Church for Anti-Christs; = Kneel for the throne, and whisper those sins Fear keeps the door locked, n' faith lets ’em in Heaven up high but the floor packed with vice Congregation's deep, for the Church of Anti-Christs ================= VERSE 3 Candles melt wax with time on the clock Gospel robes sway but the doors stay locked They preach about fire, eternal and wide But never mention the irony, of the flames inside = Power taste sweet like sacramental wine Control is dressed up, in some sacred design And if God is love, why the fear so loud? Why the broken feel smaller in all of the crowd? == Marble angel cracked at the feet n' head Blood on the doctrine, wiped by the feds They say “Judge not” then they sharpen their men to be cyber-bully thugs makin' some nerds self-death; = I'm not attacking belief, I’m exposing the scheme When faith made weapons, mercy stayed, a dream, When God became a brand and we neglected our needs The sheep got led, where the truth was never seen =============== HOOK Kneel for your throne, kiss the ring thrice, They say it’s all on God, but that don’t feel right ==( (fading) ) == Candles burn slow, shadows move high Salvation for a fee in the Church for Anti-Christs; = Kneel for the throne, and whisper those sins Fear keeps the door locked, n' faith lets ’em in Heaven up high but the floor packed with vice Congregation's deep, for the Church of Anti-Christs =================