Seven Times Seven

The finger pointing at you
An arrow straight to the head
The crowd gathers around you
Like hyenas around a prey
Every finger's pointing at you
Every arrow aims at your chest
The crowd running towards you
Like vultures hungry for your flesh
The eyes staring at you
The ones you have betrayed
One thousand dollars for your false god
Has now lead you to your death
The lies that once raised you
The lies that built your faith
Have now turned into stones
In the hands of your fake God
Lies
Murder
War
In the name of God
The gun that'll hold you
Lifted over the ground
Dragged inside your temple
And caged forever more
Hear the howling outside
Touch the sand as stones fly
Into the gates of your temple
Set the fire to your funeral pyre
The funeral pyre
The funeral pyre
The shattered ruins of your temple
Where graves the world of the highest king
Cries and screams
No one hears
Your every death call
The eyes staring at you
The ones you have betrayed
One thousand dollars for your false god
Has now lead you to your death
The lies that once raised you
The lies that built your faith
Have now turned into stones
In the hands of your fake God
In the hands of your fake God