Your Mother Lied

You’ll never know true evil
‘Til you’ve bled upon the steeple
‘Til the beast is held beneath you
Begging please

You’ll never know true freedom
‘Til you stop killing your dreams and
Learn to kill the demons
When on their knees

I am mean
Inspiration is the dead leaves
Of an old tree
Long ravaged and burned
By the village residents
My fellow citizens
Brothers and sisters
My inquisitors

Lecherous and sinister
Administers of chaos
The hand of fire
Is the beast of your desire

Here to burn the world

There’s no great mystery
No hidden empires
No one
Was smart enough to conspire
They just took off their skin
And jumped in the fire


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