Fellow men, I ask you plainly
What are you dying for?
Like lambs to slaughter vainly
March blind to endless war

You serve a corpse upon a throne
Just sheep to serve his narrative
I'll die for causes of my own
Come on and call me Heretic

Fellow men, I ask you plainly
How have they earned your trust?
Treat you so inhumanely
They claim because they must

You serve a corpse upon a throne
Just sheep to serve his narrative
I'll die for causes of my own
Come on and call me Heretic

I am a Heretic
I am a Heretic
I am a Heretic
I am a Heretic

You serve a corpse upon a throne
Just sheep to serve his narrative
I'll die for causes of my own
Come on and call me Heretic

I am a Heretic
I am a Heretic
I am a Heretic
I am a Heretic