Preacher
Your lies have brought me to extinctionyour lies have brought me endless pain
why live off misunderstanding
taint what's called "the golden rule"
your misguided faith has run you through
With the horde of followers you have taken
taken every bit of trust they need
disguised behind the book of being
disfiguring the word in meaning
masked and blinded, it's not what it seems
Disillusion haunts the mind, I'm weakening
take my soul, release me of this shame
pull me up against the grain
smash me through my hollow grave
my fate concealed, I'm ready to believe
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