In the realm of gods and men
Man shall prosper, god will end
Broken mind, strong will is bent
Soul is freed, body now spent

So stand and pretend
And embrace as if friends.

But the truth still remains
Now we sit in refrain
And reflect on the fact
That we are all slaves

Forgetting of tact
Left crippled and lame
In love with the game
Designed by a beast

One eye always watching
Your soul it reaps
No fangs it keeps
Desire, it seeks

Seductive:
She tempts and deceives
New victim each week
She targets the meek.

Corruption:
A tribe of elect
Believed as correct, shall choke
On every false word ever spoke.

Self Destructive:
We soon expire
Then return to the source
Truth on fire
Hopeless and Iniquitous course.