You can hear it in the distance calling...to you
Listen hard every sunday morn, the bells of lies do cry
With Christ hanging upon the wall
And the Minister in his tie
The faithful sheep are led into the place where evil lurks
They're going to the hallowed grounds
They're going to the church
So listen hard to the morning bell
It says believe or burn in hell
They change their ways through all the years
While spilling blood and innocent tears
The faithful sheep are led into the place where evil lurks
They're going to unhallowed ground
They're going to the church
Eternal sleep with come unto thee
If you believe the lie of your faiths sovereignty
Believe me and fall to your knees
Hear what I say...to find your god
There's hell to pay
Lies...Lies...Every sunday morning
All I hear is lies
