It's Hard Not To Shake With A Gun In Your Mouth

I am not a prophet or a teacher I am a failure of God Standing in a circle of my brothers Their fangs out Every thing I had I gave to you Every time I tried I would lose Its hard not to shake with a gun in your mouth Every time I try I hear my mothers voice And see my mothers eyes But when hers close Im scared so will mine You are no brothers Filing out of the church of Cain Like a thousand foot pious snake Hiding its sins deep in its stomach Digesting them one at a time And your voice is a sounding trumpet Announcing the mountains that youve moved But love is the farthest thing from you