Woe to you,
teachers of the law
and Pharisees!
You hypocrites!
You are like whitewashed tombs,
which look beautiful on the outside,
but on the inside are full of
dead men's bones.
And everything I do
In the same way
On the out side
You appear to people
As righteous
But on the inside
You are full of hypocrisy
And wickedness
You've got something to say
Give it to me
Who are you to afraid?
Why don't you give it to me?
There you are, the lights are up,
the stage is yours
There you are, going on and on
Empty words,
echoing without a reason
Empty words are all I hear
from you
You've got something to say
Give it to me
Or are you too afraid?
Why don't you give it to me?
Holding back,
censoring what you don't like
Hollowed out, just a candy shell
Don't you know,
the consequence of your neglect
Don't you care,
about the sheep you shear
You've got something to say
Why don't it to me?
Who are you to afraid?
Why don't you give it to
me?
Truth as written, without omission
Is what you're called to preach
Your filtration,
reinterpretation
Confounds all those who seek
Let your word s
overflow with truth
Let your word s overflow with
truth
There you are
Cursing through your presentation
There you are, making people smile
Empty words, giving false security
Empty words,
right here from you
You got something to say
Give it to me
For are you too afraid?
Why don't you give it to me?
You've got something to say
Give it to me
For are you too afraid?
Why don't you give it to me?
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