Youí‚´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?
Doní‚´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 youí‚´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.
Youí‚´re a king, at your Throne of Greed.
Just turn your back
To the One Who Wept.
Doní‚´t even think
The promises unkept
I hope youí‚´ll burn in Hell,
Because youí‚´re an evil man.
Your heart belongs to the Devil.
When will you understand?