Iconoclasm - Exodus

Man creates the god

And the god destroys the man

Betrayed by their own invention

The shepherd butches the lamb

A lion at the head of an army

Of sheep when comes time to feed

Like Saturn devoured his children

They’re consumed by belief

I am the chosen one

And I hold the key

Behold the prodigal son

This good I do lives long after me

Let iconoclasm set you free

Christ is the same yesterday

And today, forever a lie

They concocted the heavens

To keep all the puppets in line

Narcotic, addictive desire

To believe they won’t go to hell

A dog that has bitten its master

That it once knew so well

Figment of imagination

Oracle of ignorance

Corrupter of society

Killer of reason and innocence

An object of man’s creation

Made to fill the hole inside

But that abyss has only been opened wide

Wolves they guard the flock

And they slaughter the sick and the weak

Sorrow is all that they find

When salvation is all that they seek

The truth is the greatest lord

Where no fool commands the wise

Religion ten times undone

No room for compromise