آپ flourish in your disciples bringing
آپ pleasure in so many masturbated ways

Until you’ve simply no use for them any more
And then they will remain and suffer in your
Concentrated haze

Devotion آپ seek from them is the starvation
And abolishment of their little souls

But آپ escape all responsibility in that
Because of course آپ were the one (yeah of course)
Who was hurt more

All the ones who dared to پار, صلیب paths
Seen your rabid dog bait
And it’s funny how it’s always the same
Old familiar story

آپ no longer hold that power
You’re letting in a man gone sour
It’s too bad آپ ever let me in

Everyone around آپ their sick, their
On medication
یا they will finally lose their minds

They will always defend آپ and justify
Insanity like I did
Because آپ make them blind

Tell me were آپ honing in on me یا
My protection
Because آپ considered I’d make a really
Good disciple

آپ no longer hold that power
You’re renting, how was I for the hour
It’s too bad you’re not who آپ were back then
Tell me were آپ honing in on me or
My protection
Because آپ considered I’d make a really
Good disciple

آپ no longer hold that power
Took me awhile but I have your number
It’s too bad I gave آپ myself then
آپ told them that you’re thinking about
Letting me back in
That I really want you, but you’re not sure yet
Are آپ insane?
I think you’d better get help