Pass the Salt to a Puritan

There's a righteousness in what you see,
On the covers of books and magazines.
They rave it as an inspiration,
A work of art well worth your time.
Such a sweet symbol of virtue and heart.
But you're too smart not to know what's really inside,
Between and behind the lines.

Raise your hand if it's dirty,
Because if you're honest you'd tell me that you lie.
We're all animals here,
The priest and his God would judge you,
Old Saint Peter taps his mallet ,
But they're all just f*ing perfect, right?

The bureaucrats and politicians live in a complex denial,
Writing laws then breaking them,
One at a time...
And bit-by-bit the contradictions become redundant,
More and more for every soul,
Sold to the devil as peace offerings.
Oh, what an old an bloody war.
Self-inflicted at best.

What is this warped and twisted morality?
Has intervention become nothing but narcissistic plight?
Conceited men torturing conceited men.
What the f* happened to help?
To compassion?
And when did I start expecting so much,
That I stopped understanding everyone?