Cold and aloof above the sky
He sneers down as the people cry
Cry up for help, cry up to him
His chance of helping? Very slim
He doesn’t care about the fools
Who believe they are his holy tools
Who pray to him for selfish needs
Who beg of him to cleanse their deeds
Their bitter sins and stupid wrongs
They write them into hurtful songs
Claiming he will heal them all
Save them from the urgent call
Of temptation and its appealing lull
That drills itself into his skull

They may believe him perfect
In everything he does
But he gave in long ago
Could not resist the buzz

Of highs of pleasure and of power
That corrupts the purest lightest soul
The smallest, sweetest little flower
Will fall into the deep, dark hole
So beautiful it soon believes
That it is as beautiful as can be
And then its true colours will show
The red and black from deep below
And show the lust hidden within
The shameful lust of vice and sin
That lies deep within each of us
That slowly grows a bitter puss
So sweet it is irresistible
One bite will have you unstable

They may believe him perfect
But others begin to see
That this powerful figure
Is just like you and me

Made in his image so we are the same?
We feel his pleasure and feel his pain
This certainly is not the case
We his blunders not his grace
He smiles when we call in pain
Sends down acid in the rain
To burn ours souls for evermore
To hurt us though we do adore
Everything about him and
We cannot question his grand
Plan for everyone and you and me
But I saw the light and now I see
That everything he is and was
Is wrong and unjust because
The more we feed the more he grows
And now his true colour shows
Blacker then the darkest night
God forsakes the brighter light

You may believe him perfect
But now it becomes clear
This power corrupted monster
Will destroy all you hold dear