Opera music is playing as he picks up this mornings' paper

On the front page is a picture, the headline reading 'Savior'

He stares at it, looking the alien in the eye

Shaking his head with an audible sigh

Why can't any of them see it? Is he the only one with sense?

He tries to rid the world of him and they put him behind a prison fence

He should be in power, people should worship his name

Instead he is seen a petty criminal, labeled insane

He throws down the paper; it hits the ground with an angry thud

Steps on it with shoes corroded with mud

"One day their 'Savior' will turn on them and they'll all see,

Just how unwise it was not to listen to me."