Worship the gospel of those that purpose fact,
But realise that within their words are lies hidden without remorse,
For they encourage your questions,
They foster your deceit,
So in your hour of desperation they can strengthen your resolve to their beliefs as they treat you like sheep,
Follow the leader was once a game played in the school yard,
But in the big wide world its used to keep us all in a line,
Separated and segregated,
Controlled by their unknown hand,
Like children,
Like cattle,
Empty shells on the shore of life,
Their hand is your hand,
Your hand is their hand,
And their hand controls all!
