Matt Elliott - The Feast of St. Stephen lyrics

So ignorance has such a pretty face It's so easy to be drawn to such a grace But the grace & prayers you mumble while you lay prostrate & humble What are they? What are the words you're saying? What are the games they're playing Wipe those tears away Ask forgiveness for the times you've fallen For the love & lost time that was stolen For the times that you were never there The times you left us to our own devices & despair & you forgive the choir master as if you hadn't seen That he had tried to f** your daughter when she was just 14 Forgiveness doesn't run two ways You're searching the wrong place For your sins to be Completely washed away We know we're second place to your god & faith & it was always this way I know that these words should not be spoken I know the fifth commandment can't be broken I know that you are deaf to my complaints That it's an abuse to curse a child with your faith They have to learn of fire & brimstone Their mind is full of sin & they must learn to beg forgiveness before the age of 10 It's a pitiful disgrace Christ would turn his face At this great corruption of his faith The tiny lies Vitriol & poison Manipulation Betrayed confessions The endless shame The twisted f**ing games They're still the f**ing same & they'll betray you once again They will convince you of your guilt They'll meet you at the gate It' unclear if they're Orthodox or Uniate They themselves they couldn't say They're looking the wrong way Their ignorance is plain The holming starts again Thy must take the blame For their part in the game & for the untold misery & the pain