Behind the curtain, with a smile so clean He stands on his pedestal, pretending to be seen With words like silver, he tells us what's right But behind closed doors, he hides from the light He hides from the light The truth he’s bending, but who’s keeping score? He’s a saint in disguise, but his sins ask for more Preaching from the shadows, moral crown so high But the dirt on his hands never meets the sky He calls for virtue, but his heart’s in decay The immoral preaching moral Who are we to obey? He speaks of justice, of purity, of peace But deep in his soul, the lies never cease He points his finger at those who stray While he walks the path he tells us to stay away The truth he’s bending, but who’s keeping score? He’s a saint in disguise, but his sins ask for more Preaching from the shadows, moral crown so high But the dirt on his hands never meets the sky He calls for virtue, but his heart’s in decay The immoral preaching moral Who are we to obey? Do we follow the blind, when the truth's in the dust? When the wolf wears the wool, who are we to trust? He’s the king of the sermon, the keeper of lies But we see the cracks in his righteous disguise Preaching from the shadows, moral crown so high But the dirt on his hands never meets the sky He calls for virtue, but his heart’s in decay The immoral preaching moral Who are we to obey? Do we follow the blind, when the truth's in the dust? When the wolf wears the wool, who are we to trust? He’s the king of the sermon, the keeper of lies But we see the cracks in his righteous disguise Who are we to obey? When the truth fades away