Without feeling guilty they misuse you


It doesn·t make sense, the things you do


Your mind begins to separate


From feeling sane


You feel no difference


Between pleasure and pain


Insecurity you would leave behind


Their hollow lies made you blind


Charming words you can·t resist


They preached love you·d always missed


"Come my friend and follow me


I·ll be there when you need me


I know god, I am his son


They call me the chosen one"


"Bow my child, before me


Swallow my hypocrïsy


If I am god, you are my son


Don·t tell them I·m the horned one"