Enter the plague-bearers throwing stonesnThe not-in-god's-name swearers picking through the bonesnIt's a refuge for cowards and hypocritesnTheir traps are baited and their fuses litnnPreachers proselytize and cancers metastasizenAnd you've been properly anesthetizednnSo you won't even flinchnYou won't notice the unmarked gravesnFor the victims of their crusadesnCathedrals built on the backs of slavesnnThey're the salesmen adept at deceptionnThe neighborhood thugs selling protection