Crippled Minds (Farewell Snake Oil Salesmen)

[Intro: Heath McNease] Heaven help the souls who come back home But still left empty-handed Forgive the ones they met And they reject the ones they left Forgive them for the hearts misled by Broken promise after promise Snake oil salesmen peddle truth and Flee your land to find clean conscience [Interlude 1] Don't strike me down Don't I cast out demons? (I said) Don't strike me down Don't I cast out demons in your name? [Hook] Lovely words from crippled minds Blood is on your hands Perfect words from filthy minds Go home Go home [Verse 1: Heath McNease] Heaven help the souls who come back home Unmoved and none the wiser Forget the ones they met And they resent the ones they left Forgive them for their sick attempts to Live their dreams while crushing others Snake oil salesmen rob you blind and Flee your land and run for cover [Interlude 2] Don't strike me down Ain't I your faithful servant? (I said) Don't strike me down Don't I cast out demons in your name? [Hook] [Verse 2: Heath McNease] I sell a product I ain't even seen I spit a few sixteens, maybe drop a 3:16 I count the ticket stubs and merch before I even leave And brought some friends just so they see who they don't need to be I push a fearful product Mama used to use a lot I whore myself to girls who think it's cute I'd choose their God And I cover songs by men I find no true connection with And I serve a body that could care less if I'm next to it Exchange rate, because the [?] right out t'you The same states I loved will take that pledge you made and clown you A televangelist--Willy Loman peddles anthemic Proud to be American dreck, until he heads to Canada And lies about the t-shirt shipments in his trunk, like "Nah, it's all promotional" "Isn't this a little bit much?" You can search me like a liar Man, I've been a liar for a living I lie to women, men and children Telling them I've been forgiven [Verse 3: Heir Jordan] Shape-shifting snow on this road coats the October night Driving overnight should be worth it, and guys, I hope you're right This apathetic fog and the cold is intense And these crusading headlights are my only defense I said my piece, and I turned my pitch in And I'm not even sure of all the terms and conditions The condition that I'm in just don't seem worth the mission Mind rambles while I pitch camp, starin' at the ceilin' Like, I know I've got a purpose, but is this it? Is this a sign that I should quit, or just a testing of the vision? Door to door we led the people in some half-remembered chorus Sometimes it seems they made the call and waited to ignore us Soon as the door shuts, it's an interrogation I spent a year looking for signs, and all they said is "vacant" In our own way, we offered up a weathered "amen" And what effect we've had is left to heaven's estimation [Verse 4: Isaac Knox] What has this ride of mine accomplished? When did I decided I've got this? Did I assign a price on God, yet I won't buy my product? Idolize the conquest that my arrival's promised But nine-to-five's look kind of nice when driving by an office As I ride all night from Moncton, with a fight inside my mind between What the life of Christ has taught us, and the lies of my subconscious Saying the Bible's sci-fi nonsense--out of the sky like flying saucers I'll try to find some guiding light in highway signs to progress 'til on stage, as an emcee, when rapping for teens I'm safe, and I'm healthy and I'm happy, it seems The times I feel His presence I know I'm fulfilled with blessings But there's no place more empty than the gaps in-between I finally learned the lesson that was taught to us: That if He's not enough, then I want too much The man I am today would be a hero to me at 15 years old And that's cool to accomplish but I got more to do, so here goes nothing [Hook] (Story spoken by Heir Jordan)