You sat at the table, speaking in tongues, So slain in the spirit, confessing His love.
I sat in my bedroom, listening close
To your faithful devotion, unwavering hope.
And I weeped as I wondered, If we have been fooled,
Into holy sedation,
Of this unrelenting burden.
Have we been fooled?
Now I hear the preacher,
Who speaks from your screen.
He’s sounds like an asshole, With words of prosperity.