Bishop, my life you took,
as you transformed a Rook into a crook.

Bishop, my life you took,
as you transformed a Rook into a crook.

My pain is a trip of lies created by your lips,
while you held your communion cup as I sipped.

After you proclaimed this Methodist hymnal song,
evidence shows it’s two of your Pawns that are now gone.

Bishop, my life you took,
as you transformed a Rook into a crook.

Bishop, my life you took,
as you transformed a Rook into a crook.

You removed an honorable man from your church’s doors,
while evidence shows you protected two lying whores.

The darkness concealed beneath your church’s floors,
is where you store evidence of your false lore.

Bishop, where is your stake of fire,
while you conceal your lies in the mire.

Bishop, where is your stake of fire,
while you conceal your lies in the mire.

Bishop, as you fill my pockets with rocks,
you will hear the truth as I continue to talk.

Bishiop, you persecute me and call me Satan,
but the Lord my God knows I serve only him.

Bishop, crucify me on your cross,
show this world your church is truly lost.

Bishop, crucify me on your cross,
show this world your church is truly lost.

Bishop, crucify me on your cross,
show this world your church is truly lost.