BREAD & CIRCUSES

Crowds gather round, kneeling at the feet of common thieves
Hungry for the word - but God would never speak through such as these, such as these
Who offer healing hands and balms
And redemption for the few who cross their palms
They’ll tell your troubles to the Lord
For however much you can afford

Hands holding hands in the circle of the sinners and the saints
Memories that linger from the cradle, placing puzzles in the grave, in the grave
No mortal skin and bone can live on bread and circuses alone
The spirit needs must drive
The mystery of why we are alive

They look in their book and they read
But their cold hearts say "Follow me"

Dance in the dust, in the frenzy of the desperately in need
Led by the voices of the men who invoke ritual to hide their greed, hide their greed
Come every tongue, every eye across the crumbling earth and cracking skies
The gates of Hell stand open wide
But the Path of Glory you walk single file

These men make a cage for the very souls that came here to be freed
They turn off their lights for their tents. They’re fixing to leave
"Follow me"