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Based on something said in a Jimmy Swaggart sermon...a tale of too late

Looking for that liar who sold my soul for sin
Taking a treasure chest of Godly wisdom and casting it to the wind
Break and bend...bruise and bleed until divinity gets bled dry
Now ten thousand times a day I ask myself why?
Why was I so eager and easily led so far astray?
Just like a mindless fool I followed a mad fiend straight into doomsday
Desires they led to dead ends
Dead ends to devastation
Devastation into death
Now I just can't switch the station
Another soul lost in the static
Another face frowns in the fire
I examine everyone I see as I'm looking for that liar

I hear screams down in the smoke
I hears moans of misery
Lustful lips they all surround and seek to swallow me
My mission still before me...eyes fixed on eternity
Like radio waves inside my head and radiation in my heart
I should have seen the warning signs to slow myself and stop
Consequences on the clock...the countdown still continues
I get heated with the hatred as I grab another head of hair
My hope is getting higher as I keep looking for that liar

Soon I see a pulpit and a puppet suspended above by 1000 strings
Now a demon with a giant pair of scissors cuts those cords and makes him scream
As he falls into the flames I recognize his viscous voice
And he's crying and complaining to a God that he betrayed
And the sheep that shepherd slaughtered now eat his flesh 4ever
I'm standing in the longest of lines to get my portion of that pie
Still looking for that liar...cause down here death never dies

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