False prophet with a megaphone
Stacking guns to build your throne
Do you fight for the children? Do you fight for the thrill?
Do you live to bring freedom? Do you live for the kill?
Tell the crowd to distrust thy neighbor
Crown yourself their holy savior
Till they’re begging for your favor
For no one rivals your devotion;
they’re all traitors in disguise
each judgment steeped in emotion
each man a heathen in your eyes
Adrenaline rush as you scream to the masses
till they all bow to your demands
burning down buildings just to dance in the ashes
clutching your power in greedy red hands
