Their virtue's a flagship a badge of prestigue,

They stand in the spotlight as they mindlessly bleat,

Their goodness obscuring their tricky deceit,

They think that they are so much better than me.

A fraud (on show)

A soul (you owe)

A lie (you grow)

Jus Rot (Below)

A fraud (on show)

A soul (you owe)

A lie (you grow)

Jus Rot (Below)

Their name's in the headlines when they donate some cash,

They want to appear better than all the rest,

They think they are saints that will set the poor free,

they want recognition and praised thankfully.

A fraud (on show)

A soul (you owe)

A lie (you grow)

Jus Rot (Below)

A fraud (on show)

A soul (you owe)

A lie (you grow)

Jus Rot (Below)

I just can't keep looking at this fakery.

I think that your soul's rotting in agony,

as you compete in the virtuous league,

I see that you can't handle any critique,

A fraud (on show)

A soul (you owe)

A lie (you grow)

Jus Rot (Below)

A fraud (on show)

A soul (you owe)

A lie (you grow)

Jus Rot (Below)

Your sermons are sermons of pitiful pride,

And I want to flee from the scum you won’t hide,

A sickly-sweet poison you’re dripping for feed,

It festers and curdles the charitable deed.

A fraud (on show)

A soul (you owe)

A lie (you grow)

Jus Rot (Below)

A fraud (on show)

A soul (you owe)

A lie (you grow)

Jus Rot (Below)

I gag on the perfume you douse on your sin,

It masks the deep foulness that writhes from within,

You crave the whole world as a witness to see,

Your soul's just a trophy of vile currency.

A fraud (on show)

A soul (you owe)

A lie (you grow)

Jus Rot (Below)

A fraud (on show)

A soul (you owe)

A lie (you grow)

Jus Rot (Below)

A fraud...

A soul...

A lie...

Jus Rot...