The New Black

Compares how organised religion ruled the old world and how big business rules the new

Tell your martyrs they all died in vein

They robbed children of innocence

 Burnt down cities in their name

The shepherd's too drunk so the herd lost it's way

The choir disbanded for capital gains

Their share prices plummeted 

Sold for less than they paid

Now there's nothing worth singing for

There's no wealth to reclaim

Replaced reason with fear

Created a problem to solve

Which would never exist if they didn't put a price on their gold

Now the summer's too hot and winter's too cold

They paint them in detail but can't dig up their bones

Logic is spinning off it's axis like the earth we all own

Once stood temples now buildings confidently tall

The higher they build them the faster they'll fall

They're still places of worship

There's still tyrants on board

No one man to crucify when the company folds

Who'll judge the judges?

We're paid to guard them while they sleep

Maybe Joseph was right in spite of all the wrong he had done

They'll sell us the rope we use to hang them one by one