Televandalist

Bones of a fiction you preach to the blind

Live on our screens, your faith for our dimes

Make us your martyrs, we'll make you our Gods

Make our belief the source of your pride

Pray is a curse, hope is a sin

TV is on and delusion sets in

Holding hearts, burning bridges

To wallow in lust, with fame and riches

What is your faith if it's not measure in dollars

What is your belief if it's not self-entitled

Now, fly away

Swell with greed

Sacred psalm

Join our hands

Soulless and numb