Man creates the god And the god destroys the man Betrayed by their own invention The shepherd butches the lamb A lion at the head of an army Of sheep when comes time to feed Like Saturn devoured his children They're consumed by belief I am the chosen one And I hold the key Behold the prodigal son This good I do lives long after me Let iconoclasm set you free Christ is the same yesterday And today, forever a lie They concocted the heavens To keep all the puppets in line Narcotic, addictive desire To believe they won't go to hell A dog that has bitten its master That it once knew so well I am the chosen one And I hold the key Behold the prodigal son This good I do lives long after me Let iconoclasm set you free Figment of imagination Oracle of ignorance Corrupter of society Killer of reason and innocence An object of man's creation Made to fill the hole inside But that abyss has only been opened wide Wolves they guard the flock And they slaughter the sick and the weak Sorrow is all that they find When salvation is all that they seek The truth is the greatest lord Where no fool commands the wise Religion ten times undone No room for compromise I am the chosen one And I hold the key Behold the prodigal son This good I do lives long after me Let iconoclasm set you free
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