Blackwater Gospel

The river runs thick with the blood of the pious
They all came for healing, they all came to buy us
A ticket to heaven, a cure for the soul
But the preacher's got a thirst that he just can't control
He'll sell you salvation with a smile on his face
Then leave you to drown in this godforsaken place
Come on down to the river, child, and wash away your sins
The blackwater gospel is where the rot begins
He'll take your money and your faith, he'll take your final breath
And lead you to the waters of a slow and quiet death
The congregation's swaying to a hypnotic beat
A thousand empty faces in the suffocating heat
They're drinking up the poison from a chalice made of gold
Believing every single lie their holy man has told
He's a wolf in shepherd's clothing, a king in a disguise
And you can see the devil when you look into his eyes
Come on down to the river, child, and wash away your sins
The blackwater gospel is where the rot begins
He'll take your money and your faith, he'll take your final breath
And lead you to the waters of a slow and quiet death
Can you hear them calling from beneath the murky waves
The forgotten, faithful congregation in their watery graves
He promised them a paradise.. he promised them a home
Now they're just a part of the collection.. of the mud and of the loam
Come on down to the river, child, and wash away your sins
The blackwater gospel is where the rot begins
He'll take your money and your faith, he'll take your final breath
And lead you to the waters of a slow and quiet death