Slithering unchecked between worlds Such desperation, sickening to see A serpent masquerading as a prophet Blind, directionless, lost
We all came forth Excited and enthralled
Fooled, one and all Welcomed by the mass We praised every word Copied every act
Join us Follow us Become us Spread our word
Hate them, control them Despise them, change their word
Join the cult Become the cult
A hunger for control The thirst to convert Hidden by our hope, buried by our dreams We believed the spoken word
The rhetoric of the blind Prophetic rants so insane Gullible, we get what we deserve Flame in hand, marching onwards A self-made prophet setting the world alight
Our home in ruins, we are torn and tattered Never graced by a backwards glance Flame in hand, marching onwards
