Here he comes, all shine and polish, glue-glossied hair
Bringing lies and corruption in the guise of being genuine
They grovel at his feet, kiss his ring, beg for more
Dig it, he shouts:
It’s all gotta end, gonna change it all, gonna shake loose the foundations of Earth
Think anyone else can do what I can? Only I deliver your superficial salvation
Crawl closer and bathe in the putrid sweat of my hidden fear, until it infects you
Place your hand next to mine and let us all perish in the same suicidal rap
Repeat after me, acolytes of hateful shameless droning:
We will overcome the self-loathing we carry like an anchor
By directing our fetid vibrationsÂ
In new directions of slavish dementia
Bury us all out by the pits of fire
We await your arrival, our prophet of faked creation born out of our madness
Here we stand, eyes fixed on the sun
As our pupils liquefy
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