Lyrics
Verse 1
You stand on high and preach of pain,
You sell our loss for your own gain,
You claim the light, but cast the shade,
And make us pay for what you made.
Your holy words are rust and gold,
Your mercy bought, your silence sold,
You wear the crown of others’ cries,
And build your church on all their lies.
Chorus
You’re not God’s prophet, not divine,
Just a thief in the night dressed in holy design,
You steal from the broken, you trade in our fight,
You’re not God’s prophet, just a thief in the night.
Verse 2
You twist the truth till none can tell,
What leads to heaven, what leads to hell,
You sell us sin with velvet hands,
And call it law the world demands.
The poor still starve, the rich still pray,
And thank your god for judgment day,
You promise grace, but feed the flame,
Then bless the world and shift the blame.
Chorus
You’re not God’s prophet, not divine,
Just a thief in the night dressed in holy design,
You steal from the broken, you trade in our fight,
You’re not God’s prophet, just a thief in the night.
Bridge
The altar cracks, the curtain’s torn,
The truth revealed, the faith forlorn,
The crown you wear is dripping red,
With all the words the lost have said.
You build your throne from guilt and fear,
But judgment’s voice is drawing near,
The faith you feign, the souls you sell,
Will drag you down through your own hell.
Verse 3
The people wake, the crowd won’t kneel,
They see your faith was forged in steel,
No god you serve, no light you bear,
Just smoke and gold and hollow prayer.
You’ve preached your hate, you’ve named it love,
And claimed your right from gods above,
But truth will rise, your reign will fall,
The thief will pay, and lose it all.
Chorus
You’re not God’s prophet, not divine,
Just a thief in the night dressed in holy design,
You steal from the broken, you trade in our fight,
You’re not God’s prophet, just a thief in the night.
Outro
The bells will ring, the stars will fade,
No saints will come, no debts be paid,
Your temple’s dust, your prayers are lies,
Your kingdom falls, your story dies.
The meek will rise, the truth ignite,
And tear your shadow from the light,
For all your gold, for all your might,
You’re not God’s prophet, just a thief in the night.
