Without feeling guilty they misuse you
 It doesn't make sense, the things you do
 Your mind begins to separate
 From feeling sane
 You feel no difference
 Between pleasure and pain 

 Insecurity you would leave behind
 Their hollow lies made you blind
 Charming words you can't resist
 They preached love you'd always missed 

 [bad word] my friend and follow me
 I'll be there when you need me
 I know god, I am his son
 They call me the chosen one" 

 "Bow my child, before me
 Swallow my hypocrisy
 If I am god, you are my son
 Don't tell them I'm the horned one"