How can you believe them?
At their anger of the thought
Of one who doesn't fear them
Defined by what he's not
Judging all connection
New wound, same infection
Within us it will rise
Take root behind our eyes
Follow law and order
Fall quietly in line
Get rid of what was former
And call themselves divine
If they could have their way, you'd blindly follow light
The preacher laughs as he walks you through the night
They twist your thoughts by exploiting your faith
A follower, another of their
Blood stains
I won't listen to you
I won't listen to
A false God, up upon your pedestal
Your deceits, of which you are now plentiful
Your new rules, all demanded to abide by
Your disguise, the face of which you hide behind
Are you not ashamed?
Of the spirit you have feigned
All the chances given, hope is lost
I'm rid of the cancer, but at what cost