The crime from which
You're innocent
The Pharisees
The hypocrites

The guillotine
To cut the flesh
The noose tied tight
To snap your neck

The creatures come
And start to feed
They carry you
Away to sleep

Dead and gone
Never to wake
From Paradise
Eternal fate

Fools!
Don't you know?
You can't get away 
With murder?

Dead!
But I'm still here
You've created 
A martyr!

How does it feel
To rid yourself
Of me but put
Yourselves through Hell?

It's true that I 
Am dead and gone
But surely you know
That I'm not done

My followers 
Will take my place
The tidal wave
You can't erase

You fake your prayers
Your souls to save
But lies can't keep you
From the grave

Fools!
Don't you know?
You can't get away 
With murder?

Dead!
But I'm still here
You've created 
A martyr!

How can you
Treat us this
Way like you
Think your are God?

Do you think that you're God?

Fools!
Don't you know?
You can't get away 
With murder?

Dead!
But I'm still here
You've created 
A martyr!
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