Practicing a religion of deception
Playing human ignorance and trust
Divine, dictates
To be allegiant, flexible and wretched
They're creating profitable preconceptions
Lending credence to nonsense
The arrogant, depraved
Man - their instrument of prey
To satisfy their hunger is our question
Fat leeches feed weak body of our earth
Insatiable, voracious
Those never feel replete
Chorus:
You don't enjoy
My confidence
Sophistic
You're not in my good grace
They're creating profitable preconceptions
Lending credence to (an obvious) nonsense
The arrogant, depraved
Those never feel replete
Grim, magnificent seducers
Aimed to astray us and mislead
We're paltry, exposed
You don't even suspect
That you're controlled
Chorus:
You don't enjoy
My confidence
Sophistic
You're not in my good grace
You spit into face
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