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Come to see a man in a tale

Where he preaches for freewill

Blind he tells them what to believe

Lead like sheep easy to deceived

Now making a name for themselves

Believe they pour out their wealth

Shown the way to death's door

Bled the flock is shown no more

Inject the gift of opium bliss

Feel death’s final kiss

Fall to the floor

Preacher lies no more

"Your god looks down again

And sees your status the same

My blood is not my own

Come follow me home!"

It's for the glory

He tells you you’re the same

It's for the glory

He tells you you’re the same

"Your god looks down again

And sees your status the same

My blood is not my own

Come follow me home!"

It's for the glory

He tells you you’re the same

It's for the glory

He tells you you’re the same

Preacher reaches for the sun

Gone insane from lies unspun

Condemned for lives wronged

Down and done he sells death again