It would take a world of executioners To see the need of henchmen in everyday life (the) credibility of the meek Stained with the juice of frustrated priests What you don't feel will hurt (you) in hell I'm straightening sharks in heaven What you don't feel will hurt (you) in hell We're straightening sharks in heaven (when) All you take for granted is fake And all the angles are on the take Fear the silent majority When you hate, God can't see you The sins you don't feel will hurt (you) in hell I'm straightening sharks in heaven What you don't feel will hurt (you) in hell We're straightening sharks in heaven