Accomplices

We live in an exceptional country
A whitewashed tomb shining atop a great hill
Our public days of prayer, itemized deductions show care
For the mountain of bones hidden bellow the fill

And still we elect these so called leaders
the best candidates for public service positions
as they tell us fairy tales, wear fake halos like veils
to hide the decayed face of perdition.

I think we may be their accomplices
For we know that their crime is great
Can we put away this childish thing, rightly called pretense
Before the time is too late

This is an exceptional country
A whitewashed tomb upon a great hill
Raise your hands, praise and rant, to the cymbal's crash
Vainly hope Rapture comes, before the devil brings us the bill