They look for a king
In this land of the blind
The virtue of vision
Since decades denied
The scars on their knees
From giving their praise
Are not deep enough
To show them his face
They cry out their lungs
Drowning in fear
All of their prayers
Fall on deaf ears
He’s a racist, a liar
Just a common thief
A sexist, false prophet
Spreading his disease
Gather around
In the house of the snake
Archaic words
Bearing your faith
Spit twisted words
Through crooked teeth
Claiming his crown
Hail - the king of deceit
Behold fools march towards their end
All in his name
Those who refuse to repent
Crushed by the brimstone rain
Only illusion is sacred
Truth is profane
Those who refuse to repent
Crushed down by the brimstone rain
Cut through the veil
That covers your eyes
They keep searching for the light
Never to be found
Their eyes will remain black
In darkness forever bound
I carry the torch
Shining so bright
I am the keeper
Of my own light
Resign your throne and
Renounce your crown
I curse this house
Watch it burn to the ground