Grip Inc Hostage To Heaven Lyrics

Treachery with a smile, etched upon its face
 A face of red , but a heart of stone cold black
 Servants of two masters, the congregation splits
 Serving sexual rituals, true back bites

 Pirates in pinstripe, admired by the many in
 their hours of weakness
 All ways stand, with their backs to the sun
 Religious fanatics, muttering righteousness on sacred ground
 The armor of religion like foil across a bed of nails
 Conscience, burning, lives held
 Hostage to heaven
 Symbolic bullshit, hung around the necks, of the weak
 Silver and gold, just trinkets of deception
 One man's faith becomes another man's evil
 Don't deny the power of inner strength, right
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 Conscience, burning, lives held
 Hostage to heaven