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Let us
gather our flock. Behind the wooden pulpit,
a collar made of ice He sells a clean salvation but collects
a heavy price The wolves are in the vestry,
the sheep are in the pews Listen to the gospel of the
man you cannot choose
He's calling your name in the dark
(calling your name) Ready to leave his mark
Reverend Lowe,
tear down the sky!
We follow the shepherd,
we live and we die!
Under the collar, the predator hides (hides!) Bow to the master of
illusions
and lies!
A sermon carved in silver,
a hand upon the latch A town of quiet secrets
waiting for the match He speaks of holy fire,
he speaks of turning white
But there's a beast in leather
running through the night
He's calling your name in the dark (calling
your name) Ready to leave his mark
Reverend Lowe, tear down the sky!
We follow the shepherd,
we live and we die!
Under the collar, the predator hides (hides!) Bow to the master of
illusions
and lies!
Who
will save the town?
(no one!) When the beast comes down?
(nowhere to run!)
(shhh...) He is watching.