Wolves in the Pulpit

[Wolves in the Pulpit] Lies on your lips. Truth in a twist. Preach for the clicks. Faith don't exist. Holy on stage, But dead in the soul. Script flipped quick— You ain't in control. Studyin’ myths, Chasin’ the shine. Gold on your neck, Blood in your line. Fake in your fire, Hype in your speech. You ain’t a shepherd— You just a leech. False prophets and pastors, Money before the Master. Tongues ain’t taught— That’s Spirit, not chatter. You fakin’ the power, You chasin’ the flame. But God don’t miss— He callin’ your name. Suits in the church. Greed in your hand. You speak in His name, But don’t understand. Twistin’ the Word, Turnin’ it soft. Playin’ with fire, But won’t pay the cost. You sellin' the dream. I walk in the light. You hide behind titles— I’m ready to fight. No chains, no lies, No smoke in my eyes. I see through the mask— You wearin' disguise. False prophets and pastors, Wolves in disguise. Preachin’ for praise, But they livin’ in lies. Tongues ain’t a trick, It’s a heavenly gift. You can't fake the flame— It was never yours to lift.