Looking For That Liar

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