You´re a man with thousand faces,
every day another mask.
You creep within dark places,
implementing a dreadful task.
You act like a man of mission,
but to whom do you believe?
Don´t you talk to me about Jesus,
cause every word is blasphemy.

Absorbed in your own mind,
this is how you wish to be.
Thinking you´re a one of a kind,
an apostle of all misery.
You speak in mystic language,
utterly with no meaning.
Those who follow you,
I guess they must be dreaming.

Let them crawl at your feet.
You´re a king, at your Throne of Greed.

Just turn your back
to the One Who Wept.
Don´t even think
the promises unkept.

I hope you´ll burn in Hell,
because you´re an evil man.
Your heart belongs to the Devil.
When will you understand?

Writer : MCCRACKEN, ROBERT C./HOWARD, JEPH/ALLMAN, QUINN
Copyright : Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing