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       "Come 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"