Johnny Daukes - The Cardinal Sins Lyrics

Who is the Saint?
And who is the heathen?
Whither your Holy Ghost
Come hither your demon
Who is the sinner
Granted absolution?
Erasing a past
All the crimes and pollution

So turn up the fires
And throw on the lime
These wagers and records
Will all burn to ash
It'll all turn out fine, It'll all turn out fine

Rendered deaf, blind
Shuffling mutely with fates signed
Vanquished before you begin
And the house always wins
And The Cardinal Sins

Here is the church
And here is the steeple
Open the doors
To the Will Of The People
And who is your God
Might he be the devil?
Whispering falsehoods
As you sink to his level

So turn a blind eye
Let faith be your guide
These articles tease
As you fall to your knees
In a gradual slide of irrational pride

Censored words, thoughts
Trials by opinion replace courts
Heretics drowned in the din
And the house always wins

Rendered deaf, blind
Shuffling mutely with fates signed
Vanquished before you begin
And the house always wins
And The Cardinal Sins