Crocodile Prayers
Come down off the cross you dead-hearted frauds
Default to your script, to your scripture
Preaching life and worshipping death
Legislate to dominate, because your mantra's got nothing left
I saw the light
A black hole of selective conscience
All bodies were yours (said the Lord) to blame, shame, crush and control
Live from a pulpit, congress or court
Life, what about it?
There's death in your heart
And you don't give a fuck
We know what you do
When they make it out of the womb the wrong color, sex or gender
Wrong class, opinion or culture
Cut down at every turn
Snuffed out with sanctity to burn
Crocodile prayers, carried to full term and beyond
Dig a grave for the hypothetical
Loss of inventory
Loss of capital
Save your fraudulent tears for the living
You who build whole worlds on the backs of the dead