A man with a body prosthetic
I ken from the nose he's semitic
He is reeking of sin
Sunken into his brown skin
No shoes, he's got stubbly feet
Open hands to show honesty
Palms dripping with blood
Jetting out in crimson flood
He's singing
"i'm the way, the truth, the life
I'm the son, the star, the light
I, i, i."
Humbly i plead on one knee
"i'm clean of the dreamer's disease"
He hands me a cup
"this is a test, fill it up"
I'm ready to curdle and cry
Watch my urine come out wine
He leaves me with hounds
Shephards sheep up to the clouds
They're singing
"i'm the way, the truth, the life
I'm the son, the star, the light
I, i, i."
Down low on an anti-plateau
Eyeing out the flames below
One demon looks here
Calls me "comrade", gives me cheer
Now we're burning the soles of your feet
Molten coalfire on your street
We're gonna have fun
Immolating illusion
We're singing
"i'm the way, the truth, the life
I'm the sun, the star, so bright."