Chaos surrounds me, my world has [bad word] up
Only fragments left of what I believed in
Leaves me with a broken soul, bewildered
I yearn for the times that were

phenomenon created to anaesthetize
With a slumbering world as the aim
White clouds [bad word] descend from above
It's called religion
But I'm the only God now
Now there are [bad word] 
Hate flows through my body as I realise
Years were wasted, I based my life on a lie
Subjects of an illusory god inveigle into hypocrisy
Leading puppets into self-deception

Unleashed power surges through my veins
I'm reborn as [bad word] of the world
Leaving the weak masses to fear me
In their imaginary innocence

I have reached the highest state of self-control
Nevermore shall I be told what to do

phenomenon created to anaesthetize
With a slumbering world as the aim
White clouds [bad word] descend from above
It's called religion
But I'm the only God now
Now I make my [bad word] 
Divinity is innate