Babylon the Great

Please won't you teach me preacher man
 Show me in spite of all the blood dripping from your hands
 Blind guide can't you lead me into the holy promised land
 From the scrolls that have been treasured with the Master Plan
 Forbidden fruits that you bear in the words you speak
 So full of pride you're dead inside with the lies you teach
 The prophets and the servants tell of possessions for the meek
 Stored in a place it's a disgrace
 You won't help me reach
 Now the bridegroom finally arrives in the middle of the night
 Who are the ones in the dark, lost without any light
 It seemed so long ago by a measure of time
 One thousand years is but a day in your holy mind
 Now the door has been closed and with a key it is locked
 The Master will return to gather his flock
 And some that are left in trust of such precious things
 Are left cold in the dark weeping and gnashing through crooked teeth of sin
 Did we not heal the sick, perform great works in your name?
 Did we not feed you and clothe you, cared for you when you were lame?
 When you were thirsty, did we not give you water to drink?
 We are the sons of Abraham, Isaac,
 We don't care!
 With these hands full of stones
 The choices I make are all my own
 I'll cast these rocks to break your bones
 Hear them gnash their teeth, as they weep and moan