Honeycombed Hell

Sunday mornings billions arise to claim the world in the name of lies
Drones humming out from their hives bending their knees to the Lord of Flies
Never realizing his identity is masked in doctrines of divinity
Waxen-eyed, only time will tell if they'll see beyond their honeycombed hell

That buzzing you hear in your ears is the bluffing of a self-serving profiteer
For a C-note he dominates your soul and pollinates your mind with rigmarole
Invading your home via Emails and phone, he sticks his stinger in but you're not alone
Nine to ninety, the check's in the mail, expressly delivered to that honeycombed hell

In church pews, on the evening news, it's enough to give a rational man the blues
They fly first-class, eat fancy meals, but guess who has to pay the bill ?
Fundamental fools spoon out that dreck to little old ladies for a pension check
Whom for a taste of honey upon their tongues waste their money on Kingdom Come
So praise the lord and pass the plate, you can afford to satiate
Pavlov's bees at the ring of a bell salivate in their honeycombed hell

To some that may be paradise, but to me it's just another vice
Three-card Monty in the name of God...Hey, call the bunko squad !
If they can't even save themselves, how can they save anyone else?
A sinner and savior in a prison cell hang by the veil of that honeycombed hell