Scar Of The Deceiver — Psyclon Nine

Poisoned by your creed Kill the faith to cure the sickness Down on your knees Prove to me you'll die for your belief

And when I purge all the morals you breed To be clean to be clean For the coming collapse of your dream Your scattered bones will build my effigy

I wear the scar of the deceiver

And in the end when I've turned your lives to dust And obliterated every trace of you from my mind I'll be free to make this world my own

Don't cry to me, this is what you want This is what you asked for This is your prophecy And I've come to see it through