God of the Masses

Dethroned! Idol, reflexion of it’s own disgrace
Deceiver of the ones that points at you now
In your last day
What would you say?
In your last day
Will you pray?
Perished! Prophet of the weak
Whose screaming for hope
Opium of the ones
That’s breaking up their lines
In your last day
What would you do?
In your last day
I will push the nails!

We shall hold the stones…
Ready to be thrown!
They shall spit on you!
Now they got unchained!
Children are leading this march
The storm is announcing new times
The storm will wash away… their pride!