You're a man with thousand faces,
every day another mask.
You creep within dark places,
implementing a dreadful task.
You act like a man of mission,
but in whom do you believe?
Don't you talk to me about Jesus,
'cause every word is blasphemy.
Absorbed in your own mind,
this is how you wish to be.
Thinking you are one of kind,
an apostle of all misery.
You speak with mystic language
utterly with no meaning.
Those who follow you,
I guess they must be dreaming.
Let them crawl at your feet.
You're a king on your Throne of Greed.
Just turn your back
to the One who wept.
Don't even think about
the promises unkept.
I hope you'll burn in Hell,
because you're an evil man.
Your heart belongs to the Devil.
When will you understand?
You bastard! |
