My thoughts are dangerous
And I’m not gone
These leeches’ laziness
Bleeding you dry
Drawing their paychecks
And I’m not shy
And I will scream this message
Till the day that I die
I am so sick and tired
Of watching you fade
Money has become your god
And I can see it all over your face
But you are neither hot nor cold
But you are lukewarm
And I am about to vomit you
Out of my mouth
Wake up
The war is on your doorstep
Wake up
Don’t stop till you ain’t got nothing left
Yet a time is coming
And has now come
When the true worshipers will worship the Father
In Spirit and in Truth
