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.
Satan had a victory that day.  While Mary's killers spilled our children's blood.

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]