DOGMA

See the wounds that pierce my soul
Dip your fingers deep inside
Feel the pain that runs me through
The pain that you can hide behind
I am the one that bleeds for you
I would never break your trust
Give me more of what i need
Monetary lust . . . . . . . .

I've been whipped and beaten down
Thorns have racked my brow
Show some faith, some sympathy
And sell your soul right now
Work your fingers to the bone
To pay off my prosthetic throne

DOGMA! DOGMA!

Lie can be found in beLIEf
And give is the root of forGIVEness