Bb F Bb F
V1: Mortal treason in the air.  Smell of bedlam everywhere.    
Gm Bb Gm F
Drive your lusts into the sea to hide the hooded crone from me.        
C Bb Bb/A Bb/C C
Cho 1: Get in – the bloody wine.  Assassinated.  The bullets are flyin'.
C Bb Bb/G F
Your deeds have been enslaved to some foreign sweat shop for pennies a day.

V2: Strangers want to take away your kids.  Criminals who want to be your judge.
The king of cowards fell with all his hosts.  Like God really needs someone to guard His throne.  

Cho2: You die a million times.  Put up a resistance and carry your cross.  
Like books and horror movies:  When death makes decisions -- it's just a coin toss.

V3: The Great & Dreadful Day comes of the Lord.  Dignity was no where in the plan.
Who will pretend that life was just.  The Devil knows nobody gives a damn.

Cho 3: That's how the laws will protect you.  There's no Constitution when there's something to hide.
She wants her luxury auto and expensive villa if it costs you your life.

Cho 4: You feel truths a deception; blind accusations -- your collection of knives.
For some, a Holy Revival, but under the big top -- a mockery of life.

V4: Seal your covenants with bullet holes.  Meaningless agendas full of lies.
Laws that let a stranger rape a child and make a righteous parent pay the price.

[repeat chos to fit performance]