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“The first responsibility of a leader is to define reality.

The last is to say thank you. In between, the leader is a servant.”

Max De Pree

Mindless lambs praise the butcher!

Sacrifice your dearest daughter

Dig your head deep in the sand

Our fairytale is at hand.

Driven mad by power,

It’s all their hearts desire.

Enough are empty words,

You follow the bleat of the herd.

Ignorant, helpless prey

None may disobey

L’état c’est Moi

Oh naive lambs, resound the butcher?

Can’t you hear the screams of slaughter?

Many have died for the freedom of speech,

Tainted democracy ain’t what we seek

Mainstream corruption, hidden truth

Denying all they can not undo

Disagree, felony

I am the remedy

Oh naive lambs, resound the butcher?

Can’t you hear the screams of slaughter?

I am the Maker, forger of fates.

The one to close the infernal gates.

Don’t ask, don’t think, wander in the mist,

’Till all your doubts cease to exist!

I am your God

Just praise my name

Forevermore

Oh naive lambs, resound the butcher?

Can’t you hear the screams of slaughter?