Manipulation of itself, a truth creation of man, the weak.
Source of mass-enslavement, holy toxic, it doesn't have a reason,
it's dead. And still they gather, the heard to worship and pray
obsessed. Source of mass-enslavement, holy toxic, it doesn't have a reason,
it's dead. Source of mass-enslavement, holy toxic, it doesn't have a reason,
it's dead. It's the truth,it's written,it's the law, no doubt,no questions,
sacred law. Righttous needs no proof, on his knees, serve to please a traitor, an
insurgent of the mind I am. Source of mass-enslavement, holy toxic, it doesn't
have a reason,it's dead.