Fallen Idols

Fallen Idols You worship the golden calf I see you are still in the valley Crawling on your knees Looking for forgiveness Crying for mercy Hungry for manna from heaven A slave to that idol Made by your blood stained hands Conceived A new birth A citizen of Sodom and Gomorrah On the alter of false belief A consuming fire devours your soul Damned by an eternal fire Lay down your self appointed prophets Burn them down Burn down the temples That preaches false hope Killing off the priests of Cain Murdering the children of God Innocence lost The church sings songs of rejoice To preach of salvation Not a word was spoken