The Altar / Mary

I'm feeling ready Born into a cage that leads directly to the slaughter Ritual sacrifice at the altar of the altar of the fucking dollar The machine needs blood The show must go on Can't have the upper class if there's no one underneath them Sawing through the top rungs before selling you A chance to climb the corporate ladder At the base of the ivory tower, the bodies pile up Lured you with a future but it won't exist Shamed you for a failure that they won't admit Somebody has to die as a warning to the rest Shut up and get in line, take what you can get Oh, Lord, I wish that I could quit But the idol in the middle tends to rule with a fist I'm not blind But my hands are tied I'll tint my lenses rose, I'm handing people hope They'd rather make ends meet than meet their maker with a rope (right?) I'm not Satan, just a friend So I might pay my penance when I get my dividend (rise!) Somebody has to die Somebody has to die Somebody has to die Somebody has to die Somebody has to die Die I say I'm okay but I've got a ways to go Both ends of the candle burn the rope So talk to me, talk to me, I've got it bad Forgot what I needed, lost what I had Mary, I feel the Devil in this room tonight I'm fading, I'm a sinner and I can't stop now Unless I hold my breath long enough to see God Somebody wake me up 'cause I'd rather be anywhere else And if I don't come back You could be my epitaph I could live in painted glass Just like you, just like you