Synthetic Savior With a See Through Soul

The man at the pulpit is screaming at me He calls me a fool and he calls me a fiend But who is the monster? I just cannot tell He'll be the one soon burning in Hell He rants and he raves about death and disease While shaking his fists and shouting his pleas His eyes burn like acid His words are like doom From scapegoat to scapegoat he tears open wounds He shepherds lost lambs then devours them whole Still one day soon he will pay for their souls Too many holes in his so called holiness Now his crooked face drops and his blue eyes turn black The serpent is smiling and set to attack With venom and vengeance turning his dark devil days into neverending night He screams now forever inside a bottomless hole Good buy and good riddance to the synthetic savior with a see through soul