A god is what thought you could be?
A perfect being for the world to see
With a stroke of a tool in your right hand
You had the power of death at your command
Lives were destroyed and lives deceived
All to accomplish what you believed,
To be a perfect world free from sin
A utopia where only the righteous dwell
Couldn't you see, couldn't you tell?
What you wanted couldn't be real
Because perfection is just an ideal
Justice is beyond right and wrong
It is equal, just, and always fair
Was that too much for you to bear?
You put your faith into a tool that kills
Your sense of justice cast to a flame
You failed yourself and followers too,
And your family and friends won't be the same
Because you yourself are the one to blame
What kind of god turns on his disciples?
What kind of god can go insane?
What kind of god needs to think he is god?
What kind of god seeks personal gain?
MAN
You lost everything precious you once had
Your soul is tarnished and stained
This ordeal has made you a 'nothing'
So nothingness is where you'll remain.