Zealots

He robbed his father blind with a loser's game
Abandoned moral life, always absent shame
A feeble-minded fool with a bankrupt soul
Unstable menace lacks any self-control
Your false prophet screams from his pulpit of sin
Unleashing the hate that's been lying within
You strengthen his spite as you hand him the crown
He'll let his vengeance rage and burn it down

With a child's mind and a devil's grin
He's selling failure through a weak meager skin
Your false prophet screams from his pulpit of sin
Unleashing the hate that's been lying within
You strengthen his spite as you hand him the crown
He'll let his vengeance rage and burn it down

His corrupt deceit, a familiar friend
You raise your hands and march, zealots til the end
Your false prophet screams from his pulpit of sin
Unleashing the hate that's been lying within
You strengthen his spite as you hand him the crown
He'll let his vengeance rage and burn it down



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Writer(s): Jason Eisele
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