Listen closely to the sound of treachery   Look deeply into the eyes of lechery   All fall to knees being to worship me   The brazen son of man I shine of pure idolatry      The trouble with your prayers are that they reek of last resorts   I waste not tears on hollow grief   In a city without dogs the wolves become the overseers   It takes a thief to catch a thief      Pain lays not it's touch upon the children born of shame   Your faith awaits to be unearthed   Release the blackened dove for there was never light above   panning for echoes never birthed      Life, liberty, and the pursuit of ignorance      [Solos OJ, Skip, Wolfe, Tony]      I shall feel nothing no compassion exorcised form me   My mortal coil laid aside no emotions ever to bequeath