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 to 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're a one of a kind,
An apostle of all misery.
You speak in 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, at your Throne of Greed.
Just turn your back
To the One Who Wept.
Don't even think
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?
Writer(s): Of Void Earl, Peter Vicar, Albert Death Magister
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