Lyrics Naturalist - Were

I gave up on politics,
we’ve bought our freedom with dollars and cents.
A country founded on religion and sex,
forget the future, remember to speak in present tense.

Mega-churches filled to the brim,
smoke machines wash away the sin.
Write a check while you raise your hands,
it’s not about attendance but invite your friends.

Micro-brews and indie bands,
skinny jeans and hipster trends.
Glorified social-medial sermons,
twenty-two ways to let the devil win.
Love the sinner, hate the sin.
Unless your gay then you will never get in.
I’m just trying to make amends,
hell is no place for me or my friends.

The church gave up on me,
said I wasn’t cut out for the “Jesus-thing”
we have conflicting beliefs,
but they just wanted me to work for free.
The Lord showed up in a business suit,
skinny tie and leather boots.
Forty minutes to promote his new book,
sheep being slaughtered beneath the jaws of wolves.
I’ve worked behind the scenes,
I’ve seen how faith can turn into greed.
Politicians teaching what to believe,
you’ve sold your soul to a marketing scheme.

When I die, do I have to go to heaven?
I don’t know if I can face the ones that I’ve let down.
Do I have to go to heaven? My eyes are open.