Marterialistic woman.

Saints within the sinners lies
are further down the road
listening to children's cries
only makes it grow

push your hand further down the drain
and grab the cold dark ring
caught outside in shivering rain
only caring for material things

Find the parchment made out in pen
and cash it in this time
all the wonders that could have been
so much sweeter than simple crimes

Revenge to the fullest is something sweet
when pain is what they lack
find the corpse that you must meet
Him with the cross layed on his back

You call His name in your time of pain
how you should be ashamed
for one soul left in utter vain
should be one taken by claim

So when you meet the saints within sinner's lies
you'll be further down the road
and He'll be there to answere your cries
THAT you should have known...