About This Song

This song is a witness to the rage and anger that was ignored and denied and cast aside but which grew and metastasized and brought justice to a famous, powerful pastor who used his authority to harass and abuse and still does and still is and still hides in darkness and lies and delusions. (His name is Bill Hybels.)

Lyrics

Spirit of the night 
I’m in from the cold outside 
Watch me grow and metastasize 
Hear my spoken words 
I'll speak until there's nothing left 
Spitting out in unbroken breathe

Preacher, Preacher, Master Feeling 
Dirty little fevered God stealing man 
Preacher, Preacher, Master Feeling 
What you gonna do with those pretty words?

Spirit of the night 
Witness this my final song 
Been holding secrets for far too long 
Words spill out your mouth 
When you gonna wipe 'em away? 
Falling down to your knees and pray

Preacher, Preacher, Master Feeling 
Dirty little fevered God stealing man 
Preacher, Preacher, Master Feeling 
What you gonna do with those pretty words?

Oh no, no, no (x4)

Preacher open wide 
There’s a gollum in your throat 
I've come here to exorcise 
Hear my spoken words 
Watch me grow and metastasize 
I’ve come here to take back what was mine